For Every Inch That Is Not Fool,

Our Souls Sit Close And Silently Within, And Their Own Web From Their Own Entrails Spin; And When Eyes Meet Far Off, Our Sense Is Such, That, Spider-like, We Feel The Tenderest Touch.

Take Not Away The Life You Cannot Give: For All Things Have An Equal Right To Live.

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.

Let Cheerfulness On Happy Fortune Wait.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.