There Is A Smile Of Love, And

The Fox Condemns The Trap, Not Himself.

The Mocker Of Art Is The Mocker Of Jesus.

The Look Of Love Alarms Because 'tis Filled With Fire; But The Look Of Soft Deceit Shall Win The Lover's Hire.

He Who Would Do Good To Another Must Do It In Minute Particulars: General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocrite, And Flatterer, For Art And Science Cannot Exist But In Minutely Organized Particulars.

To Create A Little Flower Is The Labour Of Ages.