Every Dew-drop And Rain-drop Had A Whole

Every Man Has A Paradise Around Him Till He Sins, And The Angel Of An Accusing Conscience Drives Him From His Eden.

Look, Then, Into Thine Heart, And Write!

I See, But Cannot Reach, The Height That Lies Forever In The Light.

Three Silences There Are: The First Of Speech, The Second Of Desire, The Third Of Thought.

There Are Moments In Life, When The Heart Is So Full Of Emotion That If By Chance It Be Shaken, Or Into Its Depths Like A Pebble Drops Some Careless Word, It Overflows, And Its Secret, Spilt On The Ground Like Water, Can Never Be Gathered Together.