Time Consecrates; And What Is Gray With

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

Seraphs Share With Thee Knowledge; But Art, O Man, Is Thine Alone!

Forgiveness Is The Finding Again Of A Lost Possession.

Measure Not By The Scale Of Perfection The Meager Product Of Reality.

He Who Never Ventures Beyond Actuality Will Never Win The Prize Of Truth.