The Best Men In All Ages Keep

The World Is So Ordered That We Must, In A Material Sense, Lose Everything We Have And Love, One Thing After Another, Until We Ourselves Close Our Eyes.

A Dream Is Always Simmering Below The Conventional Surface Of Speech And Reflection.

Nothing Is So Irrevocable As Mind.

Love Make Us Poets, And The Approach Of Death Should Make Us Philosophers.

You And I Possess Manifold Ideal Bonds In The Interests We Share; But Each Of Us Has His Poor Body And His Irremediable, Incommunicable Dreams.