I Would Have Preferred To Have Been

Hope Is Incredible To The Slave Of Grief.

Great Errors Seldom Originate But With Men Of Great Minds.

Books Can Warm The Heart With Friendly Words And Counsel, Entering Into A Close Relationship With Us Which Is Articulate And Alive

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.

It May Be Only Glory That We Seek Here, But I Persuade Myself That, As Long As We Remain Here, That Is Right. Another Glory Awaits Us In Heaven And He Who Reaches There Will Not Wish Even To Think Of Earthly Fame.