The Devil...the Prowde Spirite...cannot Endure To Be

From Plants That Wake When Others Sleep, From Timid Jasmine Buds That Keep Their Odour To Themselves All Day, But When The Sunlight Dies Away Let The Delicious Secret Out To Every Breeze That Roams About.

It Is Only To The Happy That Tears Are A Luxury.

A Friendship That Like Love Is Warm; A Love Like Friendship, Steady.

Here Bring Your Wounded Hearts, Here Tell Your Anguish; Earth Has No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot Heal.

Finding The Right Work Is Like Discovering Your Own Soul In The World.