Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

A man is ever apt to contemplate himself out of all proportion to his surroundings.

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterward remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

The downhill path is easy, but there's no turning back.