Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup.

I Died For Beauty--but Was Scarce Adjusted In The Tomb When One Who Died For Truth, Was Lain In An Adjoining Room

The Truth Dazzles Gradually, Or Else The World Would Be Blind.

Prayer Is The Little Implement Through Which Men Reach; Where Presence Is Denied Them.

We Never Know We Go When We Are Going- We Jest And Shut The Door- Fate-following-behind Us Bolts It- And We Accost No More-.

No Life Can Pompless Pass Away - The Lowliest Career To The Same Pageant Wends Its Way As That Exalted Here -