"Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too." — William Blake

I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.

Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?