Dare You See A Soul

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.

I Died For Beauty--but Was Scarce Adjusted In The Tomb When One Who Died For Truth, Was Lain In An Adjoining Room

To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave, But Gallanter, I Know, Who Charge Within The Bosom, The Cavalry Of Woe.

Immortal Is An Ample Word When What We Need Is By, But When It Leaves Us For A Time, 'tis A Necessity.

It Is Better To Be The Hammer Than The Anvil.