Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

Such Ever Was Love's Way: To Rise, It Stoops.

Ever Judge Of Men By Their Professions. For Though The Bright Moment Of Promising Is But A Moment, And Cannot Be Prolonged, Yet If Sincere In Its Moment's Extravagant Goodness, Why, Trust It, And Know The Man By It, I Say,- Not By His Performance; Which Is Half The World's Work, Interfere As The World Needs Must With Its Accidents And Circumstances: The Profession Was Purely The Man's Own. I Judge People By What They Might Be,- Not Are, Nor Will Be.

My Care Is For Myself; Myself Am Whole And Sole Reality.

Best Be Yourself, Imperial, Plain, And True.

Take Away Love And Our Earth Is A Tomb.