I Think, Am Sure, A Brother's Love

Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe, All Were For Me, In The Kiss Of One Girl.

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

Better Have Failed In The High Aim, As I, Than Vulgarly In The Low Aim Succeed As, God Be Thanked! I Do Not.

Mothers, Wives And Maids, These Be The Tools With Which Priests Manage Men.

O World, As God Has Made It! All Is Beauty.