The Strongest Passion Which I

Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State To Come. We Dream What Is About To Happen.

There Is No Disappointment We Endure One-half So Great As What We Are To Ourselves.

Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel Great Truths, And Tell Them; And The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.