Our Hearts Are Lamps For Ever Burning.

Fame Grows Like A Tree If It Have The Principle Of Growth In It; The Accumulated Dews Of Ages Freshen Its Leaves.

The Air Of Summer Was Sweeter Than Wine.

We Are All Architects Of Faith, Ever Living In These Walls Of Time.

Books Are Sepulchres Of Thought.

Dreams Or Illusions, Call Them What You Will, They Lift Us From The Commonplace Of Life To Better Things.