Worldly Faces Never Look So Worldly As

To The Receptive Soul The River Of Life Pauseth Not, Nor Is Diminished.

I Am Not Imposed Upon By Fine Words; I Can See What Actions Mean.

What Makes Life Dreary Is The Want Of A Motive.

Our Deeds Are Fetters That We Forge Ourselves.

That Golden Sky, Which Was The Doubly Blessed Symbol Of Advancing Day And Of Approaching Rest.