There Is Nothing In History To Parallel

Come, See The North-wind's Masonry, Out Of An Unseen Quarry Evermore Furnished With Tile, The Fierce Artificer Curves His White Bastions With Projected Roof Round Every Windward Stake, Or Tree, Or Door. Speeding, The Myriad-handed, His Wild Work So Fanciful, So Savage, Naught Cares He For Number Or Proportion.

For The Most Part, Only The Light Characters Travel. Who Are You That Have No Task To Keep You At Home?

Curiosity Is Lying In Wait For Every Secret.

One Can Never Truly Savor Success Until First Tasting Adversity.

Not Gold, But Only Man Can Make A People Great And Strong; Men Who, For Truth And Honor's Sake, Stand Fast And Suffer Long.