Life Treads On Life, And Heart On

What Frightens Me Is That Men Are Content With What Is Not Life At All.

The Exchange Of Sympathy For Gratitude Is The Most Princely Thing!

A Grave, On Which To Rest From Singing?

Where Christ Brings His Cross He Brings His Presence; And Where He Is None Are Desolate, And There Is No Room For Despair.

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.