Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

Any Heart Turned Godward Feels More Joyin One Short Hour Of Prayer, Than E'er Was Raisedby All The Feasts Of Earth Since Its Foundation.

Love Is The Art Of Hearts, And Heart Or Arts.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

Oh, Could We Lift The Future's Sable Shroud.

The Worst Men Often Give The Best Advice. Our Deeds Are Sometimes Better Than Our Thoughts.