Now No Way Can I Stray; Save

I Cannot Tell What You And Other Men Think Of This Life; But, For My Single Self, I Had As Lief Not Be As Live To Be In Awe Of Such A Thing As I Myself.

Tis Safter To Be That Which We Destroy Than By Destruction Dwell In Doubtful Joy.

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

Nature, As It Grows Again Toward Earth, Is Fashioned For The Journey, Dull And Heavy.

Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In Anger.