Five Great Enemies Of Peace Inhabit Us:

We Owe To Man Higher Succors Than Food And Fire. We Owe To Man, Man.

Sleep Lingers All Our Lifetime About Our Eyes, As Night Hovers All Day In The Boughs Of The Fir-tree.

We Talk Of Choosing Our Friends, But Friends Are Self-elected.

What School, College, Or Lecture Bring Men Depends On What Men Bring To Carry It Home In.

Steam Was Till The Other Day The Devil Which We Dreaded. Every Pot Made By Any Human Potter Or Brazier Had A Hole In Its Cover, To Let Off The Enemy, Lest He Should Lift Pot And Roof And Carry The House Away.