If You Love Yourself Meanly, Childishly, Timidly,

I Am Moved By The Light.

Can We Conceive What Humanity Would Be If It Did Not Know The Flowers?

Wisdom Requires No Form; Her Beauty Must Vary, As Varies The Beauty Of Flame. She Is No Motionless Goddess, For Ever Couched On Her Throne.

I Count Only The Hours That Are Serene.

There Comes No Adventure But Wears To Our Soul The Shape Of Our Everyday Thoughts.