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Have Love. Not Love Alone For One, But Man As Man They Brother Call; And Scatter Like The Circling Sun Thy Charities On All.

While The Womanly God Demands Our Veneration, The Godlike Woman Kindles Our Love; But While We Allow Ourselves To Melt In The Celestial Loveliness, The Celestial Self-sufficiency Holds Us Back In Awe.

A Noble Soul Spreads Even Over A Face In Which The Architectonic Beauty Is Wanting An Irresistible Grace, And A Often Even Triumphs Over The Natural Disfavor.

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, So Mercy Must Encircle Friend And Foe. The Sun Poursforth Impartially His Beams Through All The Regions Of Infinity; Heaven Bestows The Dew Equally On Every Thirsty Plant. Whatever Is Good And Comes From On High Is Universal And Without Reserve: But In The Heart's Recesses Darkness Dwells.

If You Cannot Please Everyone With Your Deeds And Your Art, Please A Few. To Please Many Is Bad.