Oh, Could We Lift The Future's Sable

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

Application Is The Price To Be Paid For Mental Acquisition. To Have The Harvest, We Must Sow The Seed.

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

He Who Has Most Of Heart Knows Most Of Sorrow.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.