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

It Is Sad To See The Light Of Beauty Wane Away, Know Eyes Are Dimming, Bosoms Shrivelling, Feet Losing Their Springs, And Limbs Their Lily Roundness; But It Is Worse To Feel The Heart-spring Gone, To Lose Hope, Care Not For The Coming Thing, And Feel All Things Go To Decay Within Us.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

Prayer Is The Spirit Speaking Truth To Truth.

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.