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I Would Hardly Change The Sorrowful Words Of The Poets For Their Glad Ones. Tears Dampen The Strings Of The Lyre, But They Grow The Tensor For It, And Ring Even The Clearer And More Ravishingly.

New Conditions Of Life Will Stimulate Thought And Give New Forms To Its Expression.

If We See Light At The End Of The Tunnel, It's The Light Of The Oncoming Train.

As One Lamp Lights Another, Nor Grows Less,so Nobleness Enkindleth Nobleness.

With Every Anguish Of Our Earthly Part The Spirit's Sight Grows Clearer.