Necessity, Like Electricity, Is In Ourselves And

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

One Thought Settles A Life, An Immortality.

Fine Thoughts Are Wealth, For The Right Use Of Which Men Are And Ought To Be Accountable,-- If Not To Thee, To Those They Influence.

He Hath No Power That Hath Not Power To Use.

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.