Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For Death.

A People Is But The Attempt Of Many To Rise To The Completer Life Of One; And Those Who Live As Models For The Mass Are Singly Of More Value Than They All.

The Peerless Cup Afloat Of The Lake-lily Is An Urn Some Nymph Swims Bearing High Above Her Head.

I Am Grown Peaceful As Old Age Tonight.