The Young May Die, But

I Have You Fast In My Fortress, And Will Not Let You Depart, But Put You Down Into The Dungeon, In The Round-tower Of My Heart, And There Will I Keep You Forever, Yes, Forever And A Day, Till The Walls Shall Crumble To Ruin, And Moulder In The Dust Away!

Wondrous Strong Are The Spells Of Fiction.

Thou Shalt Learn The Wisdom Early To Discern True Beauty In Utility.

Nature Paints Not; In Oils, But Frescoes The Great Dome Of Heaven; With Sunsets, And The Lovely Forms Of Clouds; And Flying Vapors.

It Was A High Counsel That I Once Heard Given To A Young Person, - Always Do What You Are Afraid To Do.