Fills The Air Around With Beauty.

Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be My Song.

When We Two Parted In Silence And Tears, Half Broken-hearted, To Sever For Years.

It Is Not For Minds Like Ours To Give Or To Receive Flatter; Yet The Praises Of Sincerity Have Ever Been Permitted To The Voice Of Friendship

Always Laugh When You Can. It Is Cheap Medicine.

A Material Resurrection Seems Strange And Even Absurd Except For Purposes Of Punishment, And All Punishment Which Is To Revenge Rather Than Correct Must Be Morally Wrong, And When The World Is At An End, What Moral Or Warning Purpose Can Eternal Tortures Answer?