A Quiet Conscience Makes One So Serene.

The Image Of Eternity--the Throne Of The Invisible; Even From Out Thy Slime The Monsters Of The Deep Are Made; Each Zone Obeys Thee; Thou Goest Forth, Dread, Fathomless, Alone.

In Solitude, When We Are Least Alone.

For What Were All These Country Patriots Born? To Hunt, And Vote, And Raise The Price Of Corn?

Eat, Drink And Love...the Rest Is Not Worth A Nickel

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.