A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In

Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

It Is Not Enough To Speak, But To Speak Truee

Hot Blood Begets Hot Thoughts, And Hot Thoughts Beget Hot Deeds, And Hot Deeds Is Love.

We Are Time's Subjects, And Time Bids Be Gone.

And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.