To Fail At All Is To Fail

I Love Her With A Love As Still As A Broad River's Peaceful Might, Which By High Tower And Lowly Mill, Goes Wandering At Its Own Will, And Yet Does Ever Flow Aright.

Fools, When Their Roof-tree Falls, Think It Doomsday.

The Traitor To Humanity Is The Traitor Most Accurst.

He Gives Only The Worthless Gold Who Gives From A Sense Of Duty.

Life Seems A Jest Of Fate's Contriving.