It Is Chastity, My Brother. She That

Apt Words Have Power To Suage The Tumors Of A Troubled Mind.

What Reinforcement We May Gain From Hope; If Not, What Resolution From Despair.

No Institution Which Does Not Continually Test Its Ideals, Techniques And Measure Of Accomplishment Can Claim Real Vitality.

Who Shall Silence All The Airs And Madrigals That Whisper Softness In Chambers?

They Also Serve Who Only Stand And Wait.