Who Never Walks Save Where He Sees

Laws Are The Very Bulkwarks Of Liberty; They Define Every Man's Rights, And Defend The Individual Liberties Of All Men.

Labor Is The Instituted Means For The Methodical Development Of All Our Powers Under The Direction And Control Of The Will.

The Temple Of Art Is Built In Words.

My God! I Thank Thee For The Bath Of Sleep, That Wraps In Balm My Weary Heart And Brain, And Drowns Within Its Waters Still And Deep My Sorrow And My Pain. I Thank Thee For My Dreams, Which Loose The Bond That Binds My Spirit To Its Daily Load, And Give It Angel Wings, To Fly Beyond Its Slumber-bound Abode.

I Count This Thing To Be Grandly True: That A Noble Deed Is A Step Toward God-- Lifting The Soul From The Common Clod To A Purer Air And A Broader View.