Peace Is Not In Itself A Dream,

Music Is Harmony, Harmony Is Perfection, Perfection Is Our Dream, And Our Dream Is Heaven.

Our Duty Is To Be Useful, Not According To Our Desires But According To Our Powers.

Dreams Are Excursions Into The Limbo Of Things, A Semi-deliverance From The Human Prison.

Charm Is The Quality In Others That Makes Us More Satisfied With Ourselves.

It Would Have Been A Joy To Me To Be Smiled Upon, Loved, Encouraged, Welcomed, And To Obtain What I Was So Ready To Give, Kindness And Goodwill. But To Hunt Down Consideration And Reputation - To Force The Esteem Of Others - Seemed To Me An Effort Unworthy Of Myself, Almost A Degradation.