Life Is Less Than Nothing Without Love.

The First And Worst Of All Frauds Is To Cheat One's Self.

The Poet's Pen Is The True Divining Rod Which Trembles Towards The Inner Founts Of Feeling; Bringing To Light And Use, Else Hid From All, The Many Sweet Clear Sources Which We Have Of Good And Beauty In Our Own Deep Bosoms; And Marks The Variations Of All Mind As Does The Needle.

Walk Boldly And Wisely.... There Is A Hand Above That Will Help You On.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Figures On A Dial. We Should Count Time By Heart Throbs. He Most Lives Who Thinks Most, Feels The Noblest, Acts The Best.