Hypocrites Weep, And You Cannot Tell Their

It Is Hard Work To Be Good When You Are Very Little And Very Hungry, And Have Many Sticks To Beat You, And No Mother's Lips To Kiss You.

Genius Scorns The Power Of Gold: It Is Wrong. Gold Is The War-scythe On Its Chariot, Which Mows Down The Millions Of Its Foes, And Gives Free Passage To The Sun-coursers With Which It Leaves Those Heavenly Fields Of Light For The Gross Battlefields Of Earth.

Indifference Is The Invisible Giant Of The World.

It Needs A Great Nature To Bear The Weight Of A Great Gratitude.

Love Is Cruel As The Grave.