What Men Call Accident Is God's Own

We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work Is Life.

Dreams Are Rudiments Of The Great State To Come. We Dream What Is About To Happen.

Blest Is He Whose Heart Is The Home Of The Great Dead And Their Great Thoughts.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.