Men! Whose Boast It Is That Ye

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.

Once To Every Man And Nation, Comes The Moment To Decide, In The Strife Of Truth With Falsehood, For The Good Or Evil Side; Some Great Cause, Some Great Decision, Offering Each The Bloom Or Blight, And The Choice Goes By Forever, ’twixt That Darkness And That Light.

May Is A Pious Fraud Of The Almanac.

Who's Not Sat Tense Before His Own Heart's Curtain.

The Devil Loves Nothing Better Than The Intolerance Of Reformers.