See The Sun! God's Crest Upon His

Who Can Mistake Great Thoughts? They Seize Upon The Mind; Arrest And Search, And Shake It; Bow The Tall Soul As By Wind; Rush Over It Like A River Reeds.

If All Were Rich, Gold Would Be Penniless.

Evil Is Limited. One Cannot Form A Scheme For Universal Evil.

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

All Things That Speak Of Heaven Speak Of Peace.