The Best Thing One Can

Not Chance Of Birth Or Place Has Made Us Friends, Being Oftentimes Of Different Tongues And Nations, But The Endeavor For The Selfsame Ends, With The Same Hopes, And Fears, And Aspirations.

Art Is Long, And Time Is Fleeting.

I Stay A Little Longer, As One Stays, To Cover Up The Embers That Still Burn.

A Thought Often Makes Us Hotter Than A Fire.

As To The Pure Mind All Things Are Pure, So To The Poetic Mind All Things Are Poetical.