Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, — Joy

"And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy, because We have been glad of yore."

"There is something terribly callous in such a view of life, to murder in cold blood all the joy in life for everyone who does not have money. This is indeed what the monied person does, for it is at least his view that without money there is no joy in life."

"As the skillful artist, in making a good portrait, finds it essentially necessary to use the dark and bright colors alternately, so the Divine Artist dips His pencil, by turns, in Marah and Elim. In Marah first, and the background is laid in darkness black as midnight; and then in Elim, and the blackness is relieved with the colors of the rainbow."

"And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep."

"And, een while fashions brightest arts decoy, The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy."

"Beauty for Ashes, and oil of joy!"