It Was The Schooner Hesperus, That Sailed

Ah, How Good It Feels! The Hand Of An Old Friend.

Torrent Of Light And River Of Air, Along Whose Bed The Glimmering Stars Are Seen, Like Gold And Silver Sands In Some Ravine Where Mountain Streams Have Left Their Channels Bare!

A Single Conversation Across The Table With A Wise Man Is Better Than Ten Years Mere Study Of Books.

In The Elder Days Of Art Builders Wrought With Greatest Care Each Minute And Unseen Part, For The Gods Are Everywhere

The Greatest Firmness Is The Greatest Mercy.