Great Men Stand Like Solitary Towers In

Art Is The Gift Of God, And Must Be Used Unto His Glory.

Peace! And No Longer From Its Brazen Portals The Blast Of War's Great Organ Shakes The Skies! But Beautiful As Songs Of The Immortals, The Holy Melodies Of Love Arise.

He Looks The Whole World In The Face For He Owes Not Any Man.

Joy, Temperance, And Repose, Slam The Door On The Doctor's Nose.

The Mind Of The Scholar, If He Would Leave It Large And Liberal, Should Come In Contact With Other Minds.