Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet

It Is Not The Mere Station Of Life That Stamps The Value On Us, But The Manner In Which We Act Our Part.

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

Forgiveness Is The Finding Again Of A Lost Possession.

I Speak With The Eternal Through The Instrument Of Nature, Through The World's History: I Read The Soul Of The Artist In His Apollo.

Wouldst Thou Know Thyself, Observe The Actions Of Others. Wouldst Thou Other Men Know, Look Thou Within Thine Own Heart.