Men Are Not Angels, Neither Are They

Things Are Where Things Are, And, As Fate Has Willed, So Shall They Be Fulfilled.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

Fail I Alone, In Words And Deeds? Why, All Men Strive And Who Succeeds?

I Trust In Nature For The Stable Laws Of Beauty And Utility. Spring Shall Plant And Autumn Garner To The End Of Time. I Trust In God,-the Right Shall Be The Right And Other Than The Wrong, While He Endures. I Trust In My Own Soul, That Can Perceive The Outward And The Inward,-nature's Good And God's.