The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave

The First And Worst Of All Frauds Is To Cheat One's Self.

Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages Heads.

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

The Value Of A Thought Cannot Be Told.

Hell Is The Wrath Of God--his Hate Of Sin.