We live not to ourselves, our work is life.
All things that speak of heaven speak of peace.
We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.
We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.
Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.
Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.