The Only Reward Of Virtue Is Virtue.

The Genius Of Life Is Friendly To The Noble, And, In The Dark, Brings Them Friends From Far.

Sleep Lingers All Our Lifetime About Our Eyes, As Night Hovers All Day In The Boughs Of The Fir-tree.

Not A Ray Is Dimmed, Not An Atom Worn; Nature's Oldest Force Is As Good As New.

Nature Never Sends A Great Man Into The Planet, Without Confiding The Secret To Another Soul.

In The Uttermost Meaning Of The Words, Thought Is Devout, And Devotion Is Thought. Deep Calls Unto Deep.