Evil And Good Are God's Right Hand

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

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

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

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.