When Thou Seest An Eagle, Thou Seest

The Pure Soul Shall Mount On Native Wings, . . . And Cut A Path Into The Heaven Of Glory.

Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

If You Trap The Moment Before It's Ripe, The Tears Of Repentence You'll Certainly Wipe; But If Once You Let The Ripe Moment Go You Can Never Wipe Off The Tears Of Woe.

He Who Kisses Joy As It Flies By Will Live In Eternity's Sunrise.

The Whole Business Of Man Is The Arts, & All Things Common.