None But God Can Fill The Perfect

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

Wan Night, The Shadow Goer, Came Stepping In.

Who Can Mistake Great Thoughts? They Seize Upon The Mind; Arrest And Search, And Shake It; Bow The Tall Soul As By Wind; Rush Over It Like A River Reeds.

Stars Which Stand As Thick As Dewdrops On The Field Of Heaven.

None But The Brave And Beautiful Can Love.