An Angel Visited The Green

My Book And Heart Shall Never Part.

An Enlightened Mind Is Not Hoodwinked; It Is Not Shut Up In A Gloomy Prison Till It Thinks The Walls Of Its Dungeon The Limits Of The Universe, And The Reach Of Its Own Chain The Outer Verge Of Intelligence.

The First Pressure Of Sorrow Crushes Out From Our Hearts The Best Wine; Afterwards The Constant Weight Of It Brings Forth Bitterness, The Taste And Stain From The Lees Of The Vat.

The Strength Of Criticism Lies In The Weakness Of The Thing Criticized.

Love Is Sunshine, Hate Is Shadow, Life Is Checkered Shade And Sunshine.