The Only Secret People Keep Is Immortality.

Success Is Counted Sweetest / By Those Who Ne'er Succeed.

I Imagine Therefore I Belong And Am Free.

Here Is A Little Forest Whose Leaf Is Ever Green; Here Is A Brighter Garden, Where Not A Frost Has Been; In Its Unfading Flowers I Hear The Bright Bee Hum; Prithee, My Brother, Into My Garden Come!

I Do Not Feel I Could Give Up All For Christ, Were I Called To Die.

Faith Slips - And Laughs, And Rallies