Whose Lines Are Mottoes Of The Heart,whose

Oh, How Hard It Is To Find The One Just Suited To Our Mind!

On Linden, When The Sun Was Low, All Bloodless Lay The Untrodden Snow, And Dark As Winter Was The Flow Of Iser, Rolling Rapidly.

The Smaller Your Reality, The More Convinced You Are That You Know Everything.

Truth Ever Lovely - Since The World Began, The Foe Of Tyrants, And The Friend Of Man.

Beauty's Witching Sway Is Now To Me A Star That's Fallen-a Dream That's Passed Away.