My Book And Heart Shall Never Part.

We See But Dimly Through The Mists And Vapors; Amid These Earthly Damps What Seem To Us But Sad, Funereal Tapers May Be Heaven's Distant Lamps.

Love Makes Its Record In Deeper Colors As We Grow Out Of Childhood Into Manhood.

For His Heart Was In His Work, And The Heart Giveth Grace Unto Every Art.

I Do Not Believe Anyone Can Be Perfectly Well, Who Has A Brain And A Heart

Not Chance Of Birth Or Place Has Made Us Friends, Being Oftentimes Of Different Tongues And Nations, But The Endeavor For The Selfsame Ends, With The Same Hopes, And Fears, And Aspirations.