From A Small Spark, Great Flame Has

As One Who Sees In Dreams And Wakes To Find The Emotional Impression Of His Vision Still Powerful While Its Parts Fade From His Mind - Just Such Am I, Having Lost Nearly All The Vision Itself, While In My Heart I Feel The Sweetness Of It Yet Distill And Fall.

There Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember, In Our Present Grief, Past Happiness.

The Heaven That Rolls Around Cries Aloud To You While It Displays Its Eternal Beauties, And Yet Your Eyes Are Fixed Upon The Earth Alone.

The Hottest Places In Hell Are Reserved For Those Who, In Time Of Great Moral Crisis, Maintain Their Neutrality. [this Miserable Mode Maintain The Melancholy Souls Of Those Who Lived Withouten Infamy Or Praise.]

He Loves But Little Who Can Say And Count In Words, How Much He Loves.