Beauty Has Wings, And Too Hastily Flies,

I Am Rich Beyond The Dreams Of Avarice.

Faith Goes Out Through The Window When Beauty Comes In At The Door.

Beauty Has Wings, And Too Hastily Flies, And Love, Unrewarded, Soon Sickens And Dies.

Other Men It Is Said Have Seen Angels, But I Have Seen Thee And Thou Art Enough.

If I Am Asked 'what Is Good?' My Answer Is That Good Is Good, And That Is The End Of The Matter.