Death, Thou Art Infinite; It Is Life

We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work Is Life.

Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State To Come. We Dream What Is About To Happen.

Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel Great Truths, And Tell Them; And The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

The Dew, 'tis Of The Tears Which Stars Weep, Sweet With Joy.

Nature Means Necessity.