Rest Not Life Is Sweeping By Go

Nature Does Not Suffer Her Veil To Be Taken From Her, And What She Does Not Choose To Reveal To The Spirit, Thou Wilt Not Wrest From Her By Levers And Screws.

Love Has The Tendency Of Pressing Together All The Lights - All The Rays Emitted From The Beloved Object By The Burning-glass Of Fantasy, - Into One Focus, And Making Of Them One Radiant Sun Without Any Spots.

Nothing Is Worth More Than This Day.

A Noble Man Is Led By Woman's Gentle Words.

Whoso Is Content With Pure Experience And Acts Upon It Has Enough Of Truth.