An Ally Need Not Own The Land

My Tongue Swore, But My Mind Was Still Unpledged.

Few Have Greater Riches Than The Joy That Comes To Us In Visions, In Dreams Which Nobody Can Take Away.

Toil, Says The Proverb, Is The Sire Of Fame.

It Is A Good Thing To Be Rich And Strong, But It Is A Better Thing To Be Loved.

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.