Sorrows Are Like Thunderclouds, In

There Are Souls Which Fall From Heaven Like Flowers, But Ere They Bloom Are Crushed Under The Foul Tread Of Some Brutal Hoof.

Woman And Men Of Retiring Timidity Are Cowardly Only In Dangers Which Affect Themselves, But The First To Rescue When Others Are In Danger.

Despair Is The Only Genuine Atheism.

The Heart Needs Not For Its Heaven Much Space, Nor Many Stars Therein, If Only The Star Of Love Has Arisen.

Feelings Of Man Are Always Pure And The Brightest To The Meeting Time And Farewell.