God Is The Perfect Poet.

Ambition Is Not What Man Does... But What Man Would Do.

When I Love Most, Love Is Disguised. In Hate; And When Hate Is Surprised, In Love, Then I Hate Most.

Progress Is The Law Of Life: Man Is Not Man As Yet.

That Great Brow And The Spirit-small Hand Propping It.

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.