Fills The Air Around With Beauty.

There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.

The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of The Soul.

The Christian Has Greatly The Advantage Of The Unbeliever, Having Everything To Gain And Nothing To Lose.

I Am Acquainted With No Immaterial Sensuality So Delightful As Good Acting.

Nor All That Heralds Rake From Coffin'd Clay, Nor Florid Prose, Nor Honied Lies Of Rhyme, Can Blazon Evil Deeds, Or Consecrate A Crime.