Who Is It Needs Such Flawless Shafts

Before Man Made Us Citizens, Great Nature Made Us Men.

Winds Wanders, And Dews Drip Earthward; Rains Fall, Suns Rise And Set; Earth Whirls, And All But To Prosper A Poor Little Violet.

The Time Is Ripe, And Rotten-ripe, For Change... [truth's] Mirror Is Turned Forward, To Reflect The Promise Of The Future, Not The Past.

We Kind O' Thought Christ Went Agin War An' Pillage.

No Man Can Produce Great Things Who Is Not Thoroughly Sincere In Dealing With Himself.