I Know Not How It Is, But

There's Nothing Fair Nor Beautiful, But Takes Something From Thee, That Makes It Beautiful.

The Happy Should Not Insist Too Much Upon Their Happiness In The Presence Of The Unhappy.

From Dust Thou Art To Dust Returneth, Was Not Spoken Of The Soul.

Stars Of Earth, These Golden Flowers; Emblems Of Our Own Great Resurrection; Emblems Of The Bright And Better Land.

The Natural Alone Is Permanent.