The Bravest Are The Tenderest.

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

Softly The Evening Came /with The Sunset/.

How Can I Teach Your Children Gentleness And Mercy To The Weak, And Reverence For Life, Which In Its Nakedness And Excess, Is Still A Gleam Of God's Omnipotence, When By Your Laws, Your Actions And Your Speech, You Contradict The Very Things I Teach?

The True Poet Is A Friendly Man. He Takes To His Arms Even Cold And Inanimate Things, And Rejoices In His Heart.

People Demand Freedom Only When They Have No Power.