He Loves But Lightly Who His Love

Virtue Is Health, Vice Is Sickness.

For Though I Am A Body Of This Earth, My Firm Desire Is Born From The Stars.

I Rejoiced In My Progress, Mourned My Weaknesses, And Commiserated The Universal Instability Of Human Conduct.

Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

How Quick The Old Woe Follows A Little Bliss!