Darkness Is Strong, And So Is Sin,

Those Who Love Are But One Step From Heaven.

Books Are The Bees Which Carry The Quickening Pollen From One To Another Mind.

Time Is, After All, The Greatest Of Poets; And The Sons Of Memory Stand A Better Chance Of Being The Heirs Of Fame.

Fools, When Their Roof-tree Falls, Think It Doomsday.

The Wisest Man Could Ask No More Of Fate Than To Be Simple, Modest, Manly, True, Safe From The Many, Honored By The Few; Nothing To Court In Church, Or World, Or State, But Inwardly In Secret To Be Great.