Earth, With Her Thousand Voices, Praises God.

There Is Small Chance Of Truth At The Goal, Where There Is Not Childlike Humility At The Starting-post.

Silence Does Not Always Mark Wisdom.

Day After Day, Day After Day, We Stuck, Nor Breath Nor Motion; As Idle As A Painted Ship Upon A Painted Ocean.

Conscience Is The Pulse Of Reason

Thou Rising Sun! Thou Blue Rejoicing Sky! Yea! Every Thing That Is And Will Be Free! Bear Witness For Me, Whereso'er Ye Be, With What Deep Worship I Have Still Adored The Spirit Of Divinest Liberty.