But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

Do Thou Amend Thy Face, And I'll Amend My Life.

The Big Round Tears Cours'd One Another Down His Innocent Nose, In Piteous Chase.

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time. Bear Welcome In Your Eye, Your Hand, Your Tongue.