To Fail At All Is To Fail

Light Is The Symbol Of Truth.

But Life Is Sweet, Though All That Makes It Sweet. Lessen Like Sound Of Friends Departing Feet; And Death Is Beautiful As Feet Of Friend. Coming With Welcome At Our Journey's End.

The Idol Is The Measure Of The Worshipper.

In The Parliament Of The Present Every Man Represents A Constituency Of The Past.

Our Seasons Have No Fixed Returns, Without Our Will They Come And Go; At Noon Our Sudden Summer Burns, Ere Sunset All Is Snow.