Gentleness Is The Outgrowth Of Benignity.

Glory Darts Her Soul-pervading Ray On Thrones And Cottages, Regardless Still Of All The Artificial Nice Distinctions Vain Human Customs Make.

Where Bright Imagination Reigns, The Fine-wrought Spirit Feels Acuter Pains.

To Hint At A Fault Does More Mischief Than Speaking Out; For Whatever Is Left For The Imagination To Finish Will Not Fail To Be Overdone.

Gentleness Is The Outgrowth Of Benignity.

Since Trifles Make The Sum Of Human Things, And Half Our Misery From Our Foibles Springs.