An Ignorance Of Means May Minister To

Whatever's Lost, It First Was Won.

Souls Are Gregarious In A Sense, But No Soul Touches Another, As A General Rule.

I Saw, In Gradual Vision Through My Tears, The Sweet, Sad Years, The Melancholy Years, Those Of My Own Life, Who By Turns Had Flung A Shadow Across Me.

Art Is Much, But Love Is More.

Yet How Proud We Are, In Daring To Look Down Upon Ourselves!