Poetry Is A Mirror Which Makes Beautiful

The Sunlight Claps The Earth, And The Moonbeams Kiss The Sea: What Are All These Kissings Worth, If Thou Kiss Not Me?

He Hath Awakened From The Dream Of Life.

It Is Found Easier, By The Short-sighted Victims Of Disease, To Palliate Their Torments By Medicine, Than To Prevent Them By Regimen

Familiar Acts Are Beautiful Through Love.

It Is Among Men Of Genius And Science That Atheism Alone Is Found.