Youth Might Be Wise; We Suffer Less

Man Is One; And He Hath One Great Heart. It Is Thus We Feel, With A Gigantic Throb Athwart The Sea, Each Other's Rights And Wrongs; Thus Are We Men.

Every Believer Is God's Miracle.

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

Love Is The Art Of Hearts, And Heart Or Arts.

The Beautiful Are Never Desolate; But Some One Alway Loves Them--god Or Man. If Man Abandons, God Himself Takes Them.