Colors Are The Deeds/ And Sufferings Of

The Soul Is Indestructible And Its Activity Will Continue Through Eternity. It Is Like The Sun, Which, To Our Eyes, Seems To Set At Night; But It Has In Reality Only Gone To Diffuse Its Light Elsewhere.

Someday Perhaps The Inner Light Will Shine Forth From Us, And The We'll Need No Other Light.

All Theory, My Friend, Is Grey, But Green Is Life's Glad Golden Tree.

The Most Congenial Social Occasions Are Those Ruled By Cheerful Deference Of Each For All.

The Brilliant Passes, Like The Dew At Morn; The True Endures, For Ages Yet Unborn.