O God, How Lovely Still Is Life!

Happy He Who Learns To Bear What He Cannot Change.

No Greater Grief Than To Remember Days Of Gladness When Sorrow Is At Hand.

The Empire Of Saturnus Is Gone By; Lord Of The Secret Birth Of Things Is He; Within The Lap Of Earth, And In The Depths Of The Imagination Dominates; And His Are All Things That Eschew The Light. The Time Is O'er Of Brooding And Contrivance, For Jupiter, The Lustrous, Lordeth Now, And The Dark Work, Complete Of Preparation, He Draws By Force Into The Realm Of Light. Now Must We Hasten On To Action, Ere The Scheme, And Most Auspicious Positure Parts O'er My Head, And Takes Once More Its Flight, For The Heavens Journey Still, And Adjourn Not.

What The Inner Voice Says Will Not Disappoint The Hoping Soul.

Virtue Has Her Heroes Too As Well As Fame And Fortune.