Joy, Temperance, And Repose, Slam

Talk Not Of Wasted Affection - Affection Never Was Wasted.

Some Must Follow And Some Command, Through All Are Made Oclay.

Oh, How Beautiful Is The Summer Night, Which Is Not Night, But A Sunless, Yet Unclouded, Day, Descending Upon Earth With Dews And Shadows And Refreshing Coolness! How Beautiful The Long Mild Twilight, Which, Like A Silver Clasp, Unites Today With Yesterday!

Much Must He Toil Who Serves The Immortal Gods.

Thou Shalt Learn The Wisdom Early To Discern True Beauty In Utility.