Sorrow And Silence Are Strong,

Our Pleasures And Our Discontents, Are Rounds By Which We May Ascend.

Three Silences There Are: The First Of Speech, The Second Of Desire, The Third Of Thought.

O Lovely Eyes Of Azure, Clear As The Waters Of A Brook That Run Limpid And Laughing In The Summer Sun!

He That Respects Himself Is Safe From Others. He Wears A Coat Of Mail That None Can Pierce.

Live Up To The Best That Is In You: Live Noble Lives, As You All May, In Whatever Condition You May Find Yourselves.