Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So

Nothing To Build, And All Things To Destroy.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

The World To Bacon Does Not Only Owe It's Present Knowledge, But Its Future Too.

As When The Dove Returning Bore The Mark Of Earth Restored To The Long Labouring Ark; The Relics Of Mankind, Secure At Rest, Oped Every Window To Receive The Guest, And The Fair Bearer Of The Message Bless'd.

Home Is The Sacred Refuge Of Our Life.