A Man Gazing At The Stars Is

Fame Is But An Inscription On A Grave, And Glory The Melancholy Blazon On A Coffin Lid.

In My Garden, Care Stops At The Gate And Gazes At Me Wistfully Through The Bars.

If A Man Is Worth Knowing At All, He Is Worth Knowing Well.

Happiness Never Lays Its Finger On Its Pulse. If We Attempt To Steal A Glimpse Of Its Features It Disappears.

My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.