Whatever's Lost, It First Was Won.

O Death, O Beyond, Thou Art Sweet, Thou Art Strange!

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.

Most Illogical Irrational Nature Of Our Womanhood, That Blushes One Way, Feels Another Way, And Prays, Perhaps Another!

Measure Not The Work Until The Day's Out And The Labor Done.

A Great Man Leaves Clean Work Behind Him, And Requires No Sweeper Up Of The Chips.