A Noble Heart Will Always Capitulate To

Have Love. Not Love Alone For One, But Man As Man They Brother Call; And Scatter Like The Circling Sun Thy Charities On All.

On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

Wise To Resolve, Patient To Perform.

Utility Is The Great Idol Of The Age, To Which All Powers Must Do Service And All Talents Swear Allegiance. In This Great Balance Of Utility, The Spiritual Service Of Art Has No Weight, And, Deprived Of All Encouragement, It Vanishes From The Noisy Vanity Fair Of Our Time.

I Have Enjoyed Earthly Happiness, I Have Lived And Loved.