Lips Like Rosebuds Peeping Out

It Is Fine To Stand Upon Some Lofty Mountain Thought, And Feel The Spirit Stretch Into A View.

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

Thou Art A Woman, And That Is Saying The Best And Worst Of Thee.

We Must Not Pluck Death From The Maker's Hand.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Breaths; In Feelings, Not In Figures On A Dial.