Evil Is Only Good Perverted.

Sorrow And Silence Are Strong, And Patient Endurance Is Godlike.

How Beautiful Is The Rain! After The Dust And The Heat, In The Broad And Fiery Street, In The Narrow Lane, How Beautiful Is The Rain!

When One Is Truly In Love, One Not Only Says It, But Shows It.

If You Would Hit The Mark, You Must Aim A Little Above It.

Good-night! Good-night! As We So Oft Have Said Beneath This Roof At Midnight, In The Days That Are No More, And Shall No More Return. Thou Hast But Taken Up Thy Lamp And Gone To Bed; I Stay A Little Longer, As One Stays To Cover Up The Embers That Still Burn.