Whoever Lives True Life, Will Love True

If We Tried To Sink The Past Beneath Our Feet, Be Sure The Future Would Not Stand.

Yet How Proud We Are, In Daring To Look Down Upon Ourselves!

Yes, I Answered You Last Night; No, This Morning, Sir, I Say: Colors Seen By Candle-light Will Not Look The Same By Day.

Art Is Much, But Love Is More.

And Friends, Dear Friends,--when It Shall Be That This Low Breath Is Gone From Me, And Gone My Bier Ye Come To Weep, Let One, Most Loving Of You All, Say, "not A Tear Must O'er Her Fall; He Giveth His Beloved Sleep.