Thought Takes Man Out Of Servitude, Into

The Heights By Great Men Reached And Kept Were Not Attained By Sudden Flight, But They, While Their Companions Slept, Were Toiling Upward In The Night.

Then Fell Upon The House A Sudden Gloom, A Shadow On Those Features Fair And Thin. And Softly, From The Hushed And Darkened Room, Two Angels Issued, Where But One Went In.

The Happy Should Not Insist Too Much Upon Their Happiness In The Presence Of The Unhappy.

Ah, The Souls Of Those That Die Are But Sunbeams Lifted Higher.

Something The Heart Must Have To Cherish, Must Love And Joy And Sorrow Learn; Something With Passion Clasp, Or Perish And In Itself To Ashes Burn.