The Low Desire, The Base Design That

However Things May Seem, No Evil Thing Is Success And No Good Thing Is Failure.

These Stars Of Earth, These Golden Flowers.

Be Still, Sad Heart! And Cease Repining; Behind The Clouds Is The Sun Still Shining; Thy Fate Is The Common Fate Of All, Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

Every Man Has A Paradise Around Him Till He Sins, And The Angel Of An Accusing Conscience Drives Him From His Eden.

None But Yourself Who Are Your Greatest Foe.