Love Is But The Discovery Of Ourselves

Trifles Make Up The Happiness Or The Misery Of Mortal Life.

Eternity Doth Wear Upon Her Face The Veil Of Time. They Only See The Veil, And Thus They Know Not What They Stand So Near!

My Garden, With Its Silence And Pulses Of Fragrance That Come And Go On The Airy Undulations, Affects Me Like Sweet Music. Care Stops At The Gates, And Gazes At Me Wistfully Through The Bars.

A Single Soul Is Richer Than All The Worlds.

The Great Man Is The Man Who Does A Thing For The First Time.