The Value Of A Thought

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

It Is Sad To See The Light Of Beauty Wane Away, Know Eyes Are Dimming, Bosoms Shrivelling, Feet Losing Their Springs, And Limbs Their Lily Roundness; But It Is Worse To Feel The Heart-spring Gone, To Lose Hope, Care Not For The Coming Thing, And Feel All Things Go To Decay Within Us.

We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work Is Life.

The Value Of A Thought Cannot Be Told.

Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages Heads.