And Gain Is Gain, However Small.

One Wise Man's Verdict Outweighs All The Fools'.

Things Are Where Things Are, And, As Fate Has Willed, So Shall They Be Fulfilled.

All June I Bound The Rose In Sheaves, Now, Rose By Rose, I Strip The Leaves.

All We Have Gained Then By Our Unbelief Is A Life Of Doubt Diversified By Faith, For One Of Faith Diversified By Doubt: We Called The Chess-board White-we Call It Black.

I Hold That A Man Should Strive To The Uttermost For His Life's Set Prize.