My Creed Is Love And You Are

Every Fresh Experience Points Out Some Form Of Error Which We Shall Afterwards Carefully Avoid.

I Will Clamber Through The Clouds And Exist.

My Chest Of Books Divide Amongst My Friends.

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter.

Shed No Tear - O, Shed No Tear! The Flower Will Bloom Another Year. Weep No More - O, Weep No More! Young Buds Sleep In The Root's White Core.