For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To

Wan Night, The Shadow Goer, Came Stepping In.

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.

The Heart Is Its Own Fate.

There Is No Surer Mark Of The Absence Of The Highest Moral And Intellectual Qualities Than A Cold Reception Of Excellence.

Let Each Man Think Himself An Act Of God, His Mind A Thought, His Life A Breath Of God; And Let Each Try, By Great Thoughts And Good Deeds, To Show The Most Of Heaven He Hath In Him.