Stones Are Mute Teachers; They Silence The

Sometimes I Don't Understand How Another Can Love Her, Is Allowed To Love Her, Since I Love Her So Completely Myself, So Intensely, So Fully, Grasp Nothing, Know Nothing, Have Nothing But Her!

My Inheritance How Lordly Wide And Fair; Time Is My Fair Seed-field, To Time I'm Heir.

There Is No Outward Sign Of True Courtesy That Does Not Rest On A Deep Moral Foundation.

I Do Not Speak Of What I Cannot Praise.

Whoever Would Do Good In The World, Ought Not To Deal In Censure. We Ought Not To Destroy, But Rather Construct.