Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows

Blest Is He Whose Heart Is The Home Of The Great Dead And Their Great Thoughts.

There Is No Surer Mark Of The Absence Of The Highest Moral And Intellectual Qualities Than A Cold Reception Of Excellence.

Fine Thoughts Are Wealth, For The Right Use Of Which Men Are And Ought To Be Accountable,-- If Not To Thee, To Those They Influence.

Not A Single Path Of Thought I Tread, But That It Leads To God.

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.