The Past Is Not A Package One

Life Is The Finest Secret. So Long As That Remains, We Must All Whisper.

To Lose Ones Faith-surpass The Loss Of An Estate- Because Estates Can Be Replenished- Faith Cannot-.

Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's Expensive Smile Is Earned.

The Sun Proceeds Unmoved To Measure Off Another Day For An Approving God.

I Measure Every Grief I Meet With Narrow, Probing Eyes - I Wonder If It Weighs Like Mine - Or Has An Easier Size.