The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

There Is No Disappointment We Endure One-half So Great As What We Are To Ourselves.

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

What Men Call Accident Is God's Own Part.