He Fed His Spirit With The Bread

We Have Committed The Golden Rule To Memory; Let Us Now Commit It To Life.

Oft When The White, Still Dawn Lifted The Skies And Pushed The Hills Apart, I Have Felt It Like A Glory In My Heart.

By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is One Slave There Are Two. So In The Wonderful Reciprocities Of Being, We Can Never Reach The Higher Levels Until All Our Fellows Ascend With Us.

Ah, Great It Is To Believe The Dream As We Stand In Youth By The Starry Stream; But A Greater Thing Is To Fight Life Through, And At The End, 'the Dream Is True!'

To Throw Oneself To The Side Of The Oppressed Is The Only Dignified Thing To Do In Life.