See The Sun! God's Crest Upon His

Burn To Be Great, Pay Not Thy Praise To Lofty Things Alone. The Plains Are Everlasting As The Hills, The Bard Cannot Have Two Pursuits; Aught Else Comes On The Mind With The Like Shock As Though Two Worlds Had Gone To War, And Met In Air.

Where Doubt There Truth Is - 'tis Her Shadow.

We Love And Live In Power; It Is The Spirit's End. Mind Must Subdue; To Conquer Is Its Life.

Lowliness Is The Base Of Every Virtue, And He Who Goes The Lowest Builds The Safest.

Joys Are Bubble-like--what Makes Them Bursts Them Too.