Two Souls, Alas, Are Housed Within My

There Are Men Who Never Err, Because They Never Propose Anything Rational.

Why Should We Not Recognize In The Lightning, The Thunder, And The Storm Wind, The Approach Of An Overwhelming Power, And In The Scent Of Flowers And The Gently Rustling Zephyr The Presence Of A Being Full Of Love?

We Blame Equally Him Who Is Too Proud To Put A Proper Value On His Own Merit And Him Who Prizes Too Highly His Spurious Worth.

A Stated Truth Loses Its Grace, But A Repeated Error Appears Insipid And Ridiculous.

Sowing Is Not As Difficult As Reaping.