Faith Makes Us, And Not We It;

A Man Becomes What He Thinks About Most Of The Time

Pride Ruined The Angels.

Cities Of Mortals Woe-begone Fantastic Care Derides, But In The Serious Landscape Lone Stern Benefit Abides.

It Is God In You That Responds To God Without, Or Affirms His Own Words Trembling On The Lips Of Another.

There Is Hope In Extravagance, There Is None In Routine.