Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

Men Might Be Better If We Better Deemed Of Them.

Kindness Is Wisdom. There Is None In Life But Needs It And May Learn.

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.