My Religion Of Life Is Always To

Much Benevolence Of The Passive Order May Be Traced To A Disinclination To Inflict Pain Upon Oneself.

As We To The Brutes, Poets Are To Us.

That Rarest Gift To Beauty, Common Sense!

Who Rises From Prayer A Better Man, His Prayer Is Answered.

Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.