Doubt Is The Shadow Of Truth.

He Is A Fool Who Is Not For Love And Beauty. I Speak Unto The Young, For I Am Of Them And Always Shall Be.

Life's But A Means Unto An End, That End, Beginning, Mean, And End To All Things--god.

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose Heart One Passion Stands For All, The Most Indulged.