For Even In Dreams A Good Deed

The Heart Is An Astrologer That Always Divines The Truth.

Green Is The Prime Color Of The World, And That From Which Its Loveliness Arises.

A Good Action Is Never Lost; It Is A Treasure Laid Up And Guarded For The Doer's Need.

Speak No Evil Of Women; I Tell Thee The Meanest Of Them Deserves Respect; For Of Women Do We Not All Come?

Dreams Are Rough Copies Of The Waking Soul Yet Uncorrected Of The Higher Will, So That Men Sometimes In Their Dreams Confess An Unsuspected, Or Forgotten, Self; -since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, Are Akin In Missing Each That Salutory Rein Of Reason, And The Grinding Will Of Man.