Women Have Much More Heart And Much

Poetry Is The Morning Dream Of Great Minds.

And When Night, Guiding Her Bright Train Of Stars, Throws O'er The Sleeping World Her Gloomy Veil, Lonely Amidst The Desert And The Darkness, Musing Upon The Night's Calm Majesty; Wrapt Up In Quietness, With Shade And Silence, My Soul More Closely Worshippeth Thy Presence; With An Internal Day I Feel Enlighten'd, And Hear A Voice, Which Biddeth Me To Hope.

Kindness Is Virtue Itself.

A Woman's Strength Is Most Potent When Robed In Gentleness.

Brutality To An Animal Is Cruelty To Mankind - It Is Only The Difference In The Victim.