All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes

My Business Is Not To Remake Myself, But To Make The Absolute Best Of What God Made.

I Hear You Reproach, "but Delay Was Best, For Their End Was A Crime." Oh, A Crime Will Do As Well, I Reply, To Serve For A Test As A Virtue Golden Through And Through, Sufficient To Vindicate Itself And Prove Its Worth At A Moment's View! . . . . . . Let A Man Contend To The Uttermost For His Life's Set Prize, Be It What It Will! The Counter Our Lovers Staked Was Lost As Surely As If It Were Lawful Coin; And The Sin I Impute To Each Frustrate Ghost Is-the Unlit Lamp And The Ungirt Loin, Though The End In Sight Was A Vice, I Say.

Measure Your Mind's Height By The Shade It Casts.

Night Conceals A World But Reveals A Universe.

The Lie Was Dead And Damned, And Truth Stood Up Instead.