God Is An Unutterable Sigh, Planted In

Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night Of Life.

Man Has Here Two And A Half Minutes-one To Smile, One To Sigh, And A Half To Love: For In The Midst Of This Minute He Dies.

Sorrows Gather Around Great Souls As Storms Do Around Mountains; But, Like Them, They Break The Storm And Purify The Air Of The Plain Beneath Them.

The Heart Needs Not For Its Heaven Much Space, Nor Many Stars Therein, If Only The Star Of Love Has Arisen.

The Romance Of Life Begins And Ends With Two Blank Pages. Age And Extreme Old Age.