Write To The Mind And

He Who Has Most Of Heart Knows Most Of Sorrow.

Death Is Another Life.

Could I Love Less, I Should Be Happier Now.

He Is A Fool Who Is Not For Love And Beauty. I Speak Unto The Young, For I Am Of Them And Always Shall Be.

Necessity, Like Electricity, Is In Ourselves And All Things, And No More Without Us Than Within Us.