Where No Hope Is Left, Is Left

The Great Creator From His Work Returned Magnificent, His Six Days' Work, A World.

Give Me The Liberty To Know, To Utter, And To Argue Freely According To Conscience, Above All Liberties.

What Hath Night To Do With Sleep?

Long Is The Way And Hard, That Out Of Hell Leads Up To Light.

License They Mean When They Cry Liberty; For Who Loves That, Must First Be Wise And Good.