Dreams Are Rudiments Of The

None But The Brave And Beautiful Can Love.

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.

Respect Is What We Owe; Love, What We Give.

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Figures On A Dial. We Should Count Time By Heart Throbs. He Most Lives Who Thinks Most, Feels The Noblest, Acts The Best.