Lips Like Rosebuds Peeping Out Of Snow.

Sorrow Is A Stone That Crushes A Single Bearer To The Ground, While Two Are Able To Carry It With Ease.

Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

Where Doubt There Truth Is - 'tis Her Shadow.

It Is Fine To Stand Upon Some Lofty Mountain Thought, And Feel The Spirit Stretch Into A View.

Death Is Another Life.