Beauty Is Whatever Gives Joy.

There Isn't A Train I Wouldn't Take, No Matter Where It's Going.

Martyred Many Times Must Be Who Would Keep His Country Free.

How Strange A Thing Is Death, Bringing To His Knees, Bringing To His Antlers The Buck In The Snow . . . Life, Looking Out Attentive From The Eyes Of The Doe.

Life Must Go On, Though Good Men Die.

The Soul Can Split The Sky In Two And Let The Face Of God Shine Through.