The End Is In The Beginning.

You Are The Music While The Music Lasts.

My Mind May Be American But My Heart Is British.

Think Not Forever Of Yourselves, O Chiefs, Nor Of Your Own Generation. Think Of Continuing Generations Of Our Families, Think Of Our Grandchildren And Of Those Yet Unborn, Whose Faces Are Coming From Beneath The Ground.

Why Should Men Love The Church? Why Should They Love Her Laws? She Tells Them Of Life And Death, And Of All That They Would Forget.

There Is One Who Remembers The Way To Your Door: Life You May Evade, But Death You Shall Not.