Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose Heart One Passion Stands For All, The Most Indulged.

And These Are Joys, Like Beauty, But Skin Deep.

Fulfill Thy Fate! Be-do-bear-and Thank God.

True Faith Nor Biddeth Nor Abideth Form, The Bended Knee, The Eye Uplift; Is All Which Men Need Render; All Which God Can Bear. What To The Faith Are Forms? A Passing Speck, A Crow Upon The Sky.

We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work Is Life.