Feelings Of Man Are Always Pure And

Laughing Cheerfulness Throws The Light Of Day On All The Paths Of Life.

The Guardian Angels Of Life Sometimes Fly So High As To Be Beyond Our Sight, But They Are Always Looking Down Upon Us.

Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.

I Would Rather Dwell In The Dim Fog Of Superstition Than In Air Rarefied To Nothing By The Air-pump Of Unbelief-in Which The Panting Breast Expires, Vainly And Convulsively Gasping For Breath.

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.