The Truth Of Truths Is

Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

Worthy Books Are Not Companions – They Are Solitudes: We Lose Ourselves In Them And All Our Cares.

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.