Stars Which Stand As Thick As Dewdrops

Simplicity Is Natures First Step, And The Last Of Art.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Figures On A Dial. We Should Count Time By Heart Throbs. He Most Lives Who Thinks Most, Feels The Noblest, Acts The Best.

It Is No Great Misfortune To Oblige Ungrateful People, But An Unsupportable One To Be Forced To Be Under An Obligation To A Scoundrel.

We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work Is Life.