Truth Is Within Ourselves.

Oh Never Star Was Lost Here But It Rose Afar.

Praise Is Deeper Than The Lips

For Life, With All Its Yields Of Joy And Woe Is Just A Chance O' The Prize Of Learning Love.

Women Hate A Debt As Men A Gift.

There Shall Never Be One Lost Good! What Was, Shall Live As Before; The Evil Is Null, Is Nought, Is Silence Implying Sound; What Was Good Shall Be Good, With For Evil So Much Good More; On The Earth The Broken Arcs; In The Heaven, A Perfect Round.