You Keep To Your Own Ways And

And I Live On, But In Grief And Self-contempt, Left Here Without The Light I Loved So Much, In A Great Tempest And With Shrouds Unkempt.

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.

It Is Better To Will The Good Than To Know The Truth.

Events Appear Sad, Pleasant, Or Painful, Not Because They Are So In Reality, But Because We Believe Them To Be So And The Light In Which We Look At Them Depends Upon Our Own Judgment.

You Keep To Your Own Ways And Leave Mine To Me.