Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great

Brutality To An Animal Is Cruelty To Mankind - It Is Only The Difference In The Victim.

There Are Places And Climates, Seasons And Hours, With Their Outward Circumstance, So Much In Harmony With Certain Impressions Of The Heart, That Nature And The Soul Of Man Appear To Be Parts Of One Vast Whole.

Ah! Let Us Love, My Love, For Time Is Heartless, Be Happy While You May!

It Is In The Habits Of Lawyers That Every Accusation Appears Insufficient If They Do Not Exaggerate It Even To Calumny; It Is Thus That Justice Itself Loses Its Sanctity And Its Respect Amongst Men.

Barbarism Recommences By The Excess Of Civilization.