We Live Not To Ourselves,

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

Respect Is What We Owe; Love, What We Give.

Life Is Less Than Nothing Without Love.

The Death-change Comes. Death Is Another Life. We Bow Our Heads At Going Out, We Think, And Enter Straight Another Golden Chamber Of The King's Larger Than This We Leave, And Lovelier. And Then In Shadowy Glimpses, Disconnect, The Story, Flower-like, Closes Thus Its Leaves. The Will Of God Is All In All. He Makes, Destroys, Remakes, For His Own Pleasure, All.

Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A Scheme For Universal Evil.