No Greater Grief Than To

Ah, To That Far Distant Strand Bridge There Was Not To Convey, Not A Bark Was Near At Hand, Yet True Love Soon Found The Way.

Futurity Is Impregnable To Mortal Ken: No Prayer Pierces Through Heaven's Adamantine Walls. Whether The Birds Fly Right Or Left, Whatever Be The Aspect Of The Stars, The Book Of Nature Is A Maze, Dreams Are A Lie, And Every Sign A Falsehood.

The First Great Law Is To Obey.

We Are Too Prone To Find Fault; Let Us Look For Some Of The Perfections.

Man, Living, Feeling Man, Is The Easy Sport Of The Over-mastering Present.