Kindness Is Virtue Itself.

Poets And Heroes Are Of The Same Race, The Latter Do What The Former Conceive.

Good Manners Require Space And Time.

He, Who Can Create, Abhors Destruction.

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.

Exquisite Beauty Resides Rather In The Female Form Than Face, Where It Is Also More Lasting.