All Are Of The Race Of God,

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel Great Truths, And Tell Them; And The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

The Long Days Are No Happier Than The Short Ones.

Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows Us Truths.

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.