When Credulity Comes From The Heart It

Words Become Luminous When The Poet's Finger Has Passed Over Them Its Phosphorescence.

Man Is Born With The Faculty Of Speech. Who Gives It To Him? He Who Gives The Bird Its Song.

Taste Has Never Been Corrupted By Simplicity.

Truth Takes The Stamp Of The Souls It Enters. It Is Rigorous And Rough In Arid Souls, But Tempers And Softens Itself In Loving Natures.

Without Duty, Life Is Sort Of Boneless; It Cannot Hold Itself Together.