Where There Is Much Freedom There Is

The Iron Chain And The Silken Cord Are Both Equally Bonds.

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.

From The Moment Fear Begins I Have Ceased To Fear.

The Will Of Man Is His Happiness.

Joy, In Nature's Wide Dominion, Mightiest Cause Of All Is Found; And 'tis Joy That Moves The Pinion When The Wheel Of Time Goes Round.