The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually

Unable Are The Loved To Die, For Love Is Immortality.

Morning Without You Is A Dwindled Dawn.

I Lost A World The Other Day. Has Anybody Found? You'll Know It By The Rows Of Stars Around It's Forehead Bound. A Rich Man Might Not Notice It; Yet To My Frugal Eye Of More Esteem Than Ducats. Oh! Find It, Sir, For Me!

Nature, Like Us Is Sometimes Caught Without Her Diadem.

A Deed Knocks First At Thought And Then - It Knocks At Will - That Is The Manufacturing Spot.