The Soul Of Conversation Is Sympathy

To Live In The Hearts Of Others Is Not To Die

For There No Yew Nor Cypress Spread Their Glom But Roses Blossom'd Each Rustic Tomb.

Without The Smile From Partial Beauty Won, O What Were Man? - A World Without A Sun.

Love's A Fire That Needs Renewal Of Fresh Beauty For Its Fuel.

The Combat Deepens. On, Ye Brave, Who Rush To Glory Or The Grave! Wave, Munich! All Thy Banners Wave, And Charge With All Thy Chivalry!