Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe

God! Thou Art Love! I Build My Faith On That.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

Grow Old With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be.

I, Painting From Myself And To Myself, Know What I Do, Am Unmoved By Men's Blame Or Their Praise Either.

Be Sure They Sleep Not Whom God Needs.