What Men Call Accident Is God's Own

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.

Life Is Less Than Nothing Without Love.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

He Who Has Most Of Heart Knows Most Of Sorrow.