Death Is Another Life.

The First And Worst Of All Frauds Is To Cheat One's Self.

The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose Heart One Passion Stands For All, The Most Indulged.

Worthy Books Are Not Companions – They Are Solitudes: We Lose Ourselves In Them And All Our Cares.

The Death-change Comes. Death Is Another Life. We Bow Our Heads At Going Out, We Think, And Enter Straight Another Golden Chamber Of The King's Larger Than This We Leave, And Lovelier. And Then In Shadowy Glimpses, Disconnect, The Story, Flower-like, Closes Thus Its Leaves. The Will Of God Is All In All. He Makes, Destroys, Remakes, For His Own Pleasure, All.

All Are Of The Race Of God, And Have In Themselves Good.