The Human Voice Is The Organ Of

Noble Souls, Through Dust And Heat, Rise From Disaster And Defeat The Stronger.

The Twilight Is Sad And Cloudy, The Wind Blows Wild And Free, And Like The Wings Of Sea-birds Flash The White Caps Of The Sea.

Man Is Unjust, But God Is Just; And Finally Justice Triumphs.

What Is Time? The Shadow On The Dial, The Striking Of The Clock, The Running Of The Sand, Day And Night, Summer And Winter, Months, Years, Centuries-these Are But Arbitrary And Outward Signs, The Measure Of Time, Not Time Itself. Time Is The Life Of The Soul.

It Is A Beautiful Trait In The Lover's Character, That They Think No Evil Of The Object Loved.