Then Stars Arise, And The Night Is

Every Man Has A Paradise Around Him Till He Sins, And The Angel Of An Accusing Conscience Drives Him From His Eden.

The Young May Die, But The Old Must!

Love Is Sunshine, Hate Is Shadow, Life Is Checkered Shade And Sunshine.

A Millstone And The Human Heart Are Driven Ever Round, If They Have Nothing Else To Grind, They Must Themselves Be Ground.

All That Is Best In The Great Poets Of All Countries Is Not What Is National In Them, But What Is Universal.