It is justice, not charity, that is wanting in the world. - Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

It is not pity that you feel; you lament only because the victim of your malignity is withdrawn from your power.

My own mind began to grow, watchful with anxoius thoughts.

When tenderness softened her heart, and the sublime feeling of universal love penetrated her, she found no voice that replied so well to hers as the gentle singing of the pines under the air of noon, and the soft murmurs of the breeze that scattered her hair and freshened her cheek, and the dashing of the waters that has no beginning or end.