It Was But Yesterday I Thought Myself

Life Is The Mistress To Be Wooed.

Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The Lips Of Beauty.

Virtue Tested: "have I Not Survived Hunger And Thirst, Suffering, And Mockery For The Sake Of The Truth Which Heaven Has Awakened In My Heart?

And Let It Direct Your Passion With Reason, That Your Passion May Livethrough Its Own Daily Resurrection, And Like The Phoenix Rise Above Its Own Ashes.

Happiness Is A Myth We Seek, If Manifested Surely Irks; Like River Speeding To The Plain, On Its Arrival Slows And Murks. For Man Is Happy Only In His Aspiration To The Heights; When He Attains His Goal, He Cools And Longs For Other Distant Flights.