I Have A Heart With

When I Forget That The Stars Shine In Air-- When I Forget That Beauty Is In Stars-- When I Forget That Love With Beauty Is-- Will I Forget Thee: Till Then All Things Else.

The Beautiful Are Never Desolate; But Some One Alway Loves Them--god Or Man. If Man Abandons, God Himself Takes Them.

Write To The Mind And Heart, And Let The Ear Glean After What It Can.

The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.