Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.

One Thought Settles A Life, An Immortality.

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.

Words Are The Motes Of Thought, And Nothing More.

Necessity, Like Electricity, Is In Ourselves And All Things, And No More Without Us Than Within Us.