Sorrow Is The Great Idealizer.

With Every Anguish Of Our Earthly Part The Spirit's Sight Grows Clearer.

Not Only Around Our Infancy Doth Heaven With All Its Splendors Lie; Daily, With Souls That Cringe And Plot, We Sinais Climb And Know It Not.

Granting Our Wish Is One Of Fate's Saddest Jokes.

Enthusiasm Begets Enthusiasm, Eloquence Produces Conviction For The Moment; But It Is Only By Truth To Nature And The Everlasting Institutions Of Mankind That Those Abiding Influences Are Won That Enlarge From Generation To Generation.

Not What We Give, But What We Share, For The Gift Without The Giver Is Bare.