Tools Were Made And Born Were Hands,

Sooner Strangle An Infant In Its Cradle Than Nurse Unacted Desires.

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief? Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share? Can A Father See His Child Weep, Nor Be With Sorrow Filled? Can A Mother Sit And Hear An Infant Groan, An Infant Fear? No, No! Never Can It Be! Never, Never Can It Be!

Art Is The Tree Of Life. Science Is The Tree Of Death.

If The Sun And Moon Should Ever Doubt, They'd Immediately Go Out.

My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's Cry My Soul Appalls