If You Are Stone, Be Magnetic; If

To See So Much Misery Everywhere, I Suspect That God Is Not Rich. He Keeps Up Appearances, It Is True, But I Feel The Pinch. He Gives A Revolution As A Merchant, Whose Credit Is Low, Gives A Ball.

It Is Grievous For A Man To Leave Behind Him A Shadow In His Own Shape.

Close By The Rights Of Man, At The Least Set Beside Them, Are The Rights Of The Spirit.

Promise To Give Me A Kiss On My Brow When I Am Dead.--i Shall Feel It.

Nature Is Pitiless; She Never Withdraws Her Flowers, Her Music, Her Fragrance, And Her Sunlight From Before Human Cruelty Or Suffering.