Silent As Despairing Love, And Strong As

The True Method Of Knowledge Is Experiment.

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief? Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share? Can A Father See His Child Weep, Nor Be With Sorrow Filled? Can A Mother Sit And Hear An Infant Groan, An Infant Fear? No, No! Never Can It Be! Never, Never Can It Be!

What Is Grand Is Necessarily Obscure To Weak Men. That Which Can Be Made Explicit To The Idiot Is Not Worth My Care.

A Skylark Wounded In The Wing, / A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

He Who Shall Hurt The Little Wren Shall Never Be Beloved By Men.