Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

He Loves But Lightly Who His Love Can Tell.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.

From Thought To Thought, From Mountain Peak To Mountain. Love Leads Me On; For I Can Never Still My Trouble On The World's Well Beaten Ways.

It May Be Only Glory That We Seek Here, But I Persuade Myself That, As Long As We Remain Here, That Is Right. Another Glory Awaits Us In Heaven And He Who Reaches There Will Not Wish Even To Think Of Earthly Fame.