Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

Imagination Is The Air Of Mind.

I Cannot Love As I Have Loved, And Yet I Know Not Why; It Is The One Great Woe Of Life To Feel All Feeling Die.

All Things That Speak Of Heaven Speak Of Peace.

Love Spends His All, And Still Hath Store.

The Beautiful Are Never Desolate; But Some One Alway Loves Them--god Or Man. If Man Abandons, God Himself Takes Them.