Where The Apple Reddens Never

Love Is The Energy Of Life.

Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe, All Were For Me, In The Kiss Of One Girl.

In This World, Who Can Do A Thing, Will Not; And Who Would Do It, Cannot, I Perceive: Yet The Will's Somewhat — Somewhat, Too, The Power — And Thus We Half-men Struggle.

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.

The Sad Rhyme Of The Men Who Proudly Clung To Their First Fault, And Withered In Their Pride.