And We Came Forth To Contemplate The

We Are But A Day In This World, And In That Day The Fashion Is Changed A Thousand Times: All Seek Liberty, Yet All Deprive Themselves Of It.

What Shall One Do With The Verse, If He Knows Not That?

Beauty Awakens The Soul To Act.

There Is No Greater Sorrow Than To Recall Happiness In Times Of Misery.

As Little Flowers, Which The Chill Of Night Has Bent And Huddled, When The White Sun Strikes, Grow Straight And Open Fully On Their Stems, So Did I, Too, With My Exhausted Force.