I Had Done Battle With A Great

The Individual Man Is Transitory, But The Pulse Of Life And Of Growth Goes On After He Is Gone, Buried Under A Wreath Of Magnolia Leaves.

It Is Not That Death Comes, But That Life Leaves.

To Comfort Any Mortal Against Loneliness, One Other Is Enough.

They Were All Too Tightly Bound Together, Men And Women, Creatures Wild And Tame, Flowers, Fruits And Leaves, To Ask That Any One Be Spared. As Long As The Whole Continued, The Earth Could Go About Its Business.

The Inferred Is Always More Effective Than The Obvious.