The Long Days Are No Happier Than

He Is A Fool Who Is Not For Love And Beauty. I Speak Unto The Young, For I Am Of Them And Always Shall Be.

How Slight A Chance May Raise Or Sink A Soul!

It Is Much Less What We Do Than What We Think, Which Fits Us For The Future.

For Ivy Climbs The Crumbling Hall To Decorate Decay.

We Love And Live In Power; It Is The Spirit's End. Mind Must Subdue; To Conquer Is Its Life.