Neither Our Vices Nor Our Virtues Further

A Lawyer Who Does Not Know Men Is Handicapped.

All Love Is Lost But Upon God Alone.

London, Thou Art The Flower Of Cities All! Gemme Of All Joy, Jasper Of Jocunditie.

I That In Heill Wes And Gladnes Am Trublit Now With Gret Seiknes And Feblit With Infermite: Timor Mortis Conturbat Me.* * Fear Of Death Troubles Me.

Noble Men In The Quiet Of Morning Hear Indians Singing The Continent's Violent Requiem.