And These Are Joys, Like Beauty, But

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

The Beautiful Are Never Desolate; But Some One Alway Loves Them--god Or Man. If Man Abandons, God Himself Takes Them.

None But The Brave And Beautiful Can Love.

The Temples Perish, But The God Still Lives.