Man Is One; And He Hath One

Who Can Mistake Great Thoughts? They Seize Upon The Mind; Arrest And Search, And Shake It; Bow The Tall Soul As By Wind; Rush Over It Like A River Reeds.

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.

Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

Lowliness Is The Base Of Every Virtue, And He Who Goes The Lowest Builds The Safest.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.