Men Might Be Better If We Better

Respect Is What We Owe; Love, What We Give.

Words Are The Motes Of Thought, And Nothing More.

Let Us Think Less Of Men And More Of God.

I Am Tired Of Looking On What Is, One Might As Well See Beauty Never More, As Look Upon It With An Empty Eye. I Would This World Were Over. I Am Tired.

He Who Has Most Of Heart Knows Most Of Sorrow.