All Thoughtful Men Are Solitary And Original

The Traitor To Humanity Is The Traitor Most Accurst.

And Blessed Are The Horny Hands Of Toil.

I Who Still Pray At Morning And At Eve Thrice In My Life Perhaps Have Truly Prayed, Thrice Stirred Below Conscious Self Have Felt That Perfect Disenthrallment Which Is God.

A Man Is Old When He Can Pass An Apple Orchard And Not Remember The Stomachache.

New Occasions Teach New Duties, Time Makes Ancient Good Uncouth; They Must Upward Still And Onward, Who Would Keep Abreast Of Truth.