Love Not Pleasure; Love God.

I Have Seen Gleams In The Face And Eyes Of The Man That Have Let You Look Into A Higher Country.

Out Of The Lowest Depths There Is A Path To The Loftiest Heights.

Hardened Round Us, Encasing Wholly Every Notion We Form Is A Wrapping Of Traditions, Hearsay's, And Mere Words.

No Nobler Feeling Than This, Of Admiration For One Higher Than Himself, Dwells In The Breast Of Man. It Is To This Hour, And At All Hours, The Vivifying Influence In Man's Life.

It Is Part Of My Creed That The Only Poetry Is History, Could We Tell It Right.