Remembrances Last Longer Than Present Realities.

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

Jesus Is The Purest Among The Mighty, And The Mightiest Among The Pure, Who, With His Pierced Hand Has Raised Empires From Their Foundations, Turned The Stream Of History From Its Old Channel, And Still Continues To Rule And Guide The Ages

Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.

Sorrows Are Like Thunderclouds, In The Distance They Look Black, Over Our Heads Scarcely Gray.

The Heart Needs Not For Its Heaven Much Space, Nor Many Stars Therein, If Only The Star Of Love Has Arisen.