We Must Bear What Heaven Sends.

Ah, To That Far Distant Strand Bridge There Was Not To Convey, Not A Bark Was Near At Hand, Yet True Love Soon Found The Way.

Modest Humility Is Beauty's Crown.

He Who Considers Too Much Will Perform Little.

In A Narrow Circle The Mind Contracts. Man Grows With His Expanded Needs.

While The Womanly God Demands Our Veneration, The Godlike Woman Kindles Our Love; But While We Allow Ourselves To Melt In The Celestial Loveliness, The Celestial Self-sufficiency Holds Us Back In Awe.