It Is The Heart Always That Sees,

We Arc The Miracle Of Miracles, The Great Inscrutable Mystery Of God.

If An Eloquent Speaker Speak Not The Truth, Is There A More Horrid Kind Of Object In Creation?

The Nobleness Of Silence. The Highest Melody Dwells Only In Silence,--the Sphere Melody, The Melody Of Health.

An Everlasting Lodestar, That Beams The Brighter In The Heavens The Darker Here On Earth Grows The Night.

A Man's Perfection Is His Work.