True Love Is The Ripe Fruit Of

Ah! Let Us Love, My Love, For Time Is Heartless, Be Happy While You May!

The People Only Understand What They Can Feel; The Only Orators That Can Affect Them Are Those Who Move Them.

Silence,--the Applause Of Real And Durable Impressions.

And When Night, Guiding Her Bright Train Of Stars, Throws O'er The Sleeping World Her Gloomy Veil, Lonely Amidst The Desert And The Darkness, Musing Upon The Night's Calm Majesty; Wrapt Up In Quietness, With Shade And Silence, My Soul More Closely Worshippeth Thy Presence; With An Internal Day I Feel Enlighten'd, And Hear A Voice, Which Biddeth Me To Hope.

After His Blood, That Which A Man Can Next Give Out Of Himself Is A Tear.