Death, Thou Art Infinite; It Is Life

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Breaths; In Feelings, Not In Figures On A Dial.

Poetry Is Itself A Thing Of God; He Made His Prophets Poets; And The More We Feel Of Poesie Do We Become Like God In Love And Power,-under-makers.

Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

It Matters Not How Long We Live But How.

Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse Is Like A Cloud, It Passes.