Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

Be Sure They Sleep Not Whom God Needs.

The Peerless Cup Afloat Of The Lake-lily Is An Urn Some Nymph Swims Bearing High Above Her Head.

My Business Is Not To Remake Myself, But To Make The Absolute Best Of What God Made.

Was There Nought Better Than To Enjoy? No Feat Which, Done, Would Make Time Break, And Let Us Pent-up Creatures Through Into Eternity, Our Due? No Forcing Earth Teach Heaven's Employ?

Life Is An Empty Dream.