Endurance Must Conquer, Where Force Could Not

Books Are But Dead Bodies To You, And A Library Nothing But A Catacomb!

We Must Do The Thing We Must Before The Thing We May; We Are Unfit For Any Trust Till We Can And Do Obey.

I Watched Her Departure, As One Watches A Sunset. She Went Like A Radiance Through The Dark Wood, Which Was Henceforth Bright To Me, From Simply Knowing That Such A Creature Was In It.

What Would The Living One Have Me Do?

It Is Only By Loving A Thing That You Can Make It Yours.