Time'swheelsrunsbackor Stops: Potterand Clayendure.

We Find Great Things Are Made Of Little Things, And Little Things Go Lessening Till At Last Comes God Behind Them.

What Youth Deemed Crystal, Age Finds Out Was Dew.

O Never Star Was Lost; Here We All Aspire To Heaven And There Is Heaven Above Us. If I Stoop Into A Dark Tremendous Sea Of Cloud, It Is But For A Time; I Press God's Lamp Close To My Breast; Its Splendor Soon Or Late Will Pierce The Gloom. I Shall Emerge Some Day.

Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth.

I Know What I Want And What I Might Gain, And Yet, How Profitless To Know.