Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.

There Is No Disappointment We Endure One-half So Great As What We Are To Ourselves.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Breaths; In Feelings, Not In Figures On A Dial.

None But God Can Fill The Perfect Whole.

Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.