All That's Bright Must Fade,

The Devil...the Prowde Spirite...cannot Endure To Be Mocked.

Come O'er The Sea, Maiden With Me, Mine Through The Sunshine, Storms And Snows; Seasons May Roll, But The True Soul Burns The Same, Where'er It Goes.

Go Where We May, Rest Where We Will, Eternal London Haunts Us Still.

Finding The Right Work Is Like Discovering Your Own Soul In The World.

I Thought That The Light-house Looked Lovely As Hope, That Star On Life's Tremulous Ocean.