No Thought Which Ever Stirred A Human

He Who Did Well In War Just Earns The Right, To Begin Doing Well In Peace.

Every One Soon Or Late Comes Round By Rome.

The Great Beacon Light God Sets In All, The Conscience Of Each Bosom.

It Is The Glory And Good Of Art, That Art Remains The One Way Possible Of Speaking Truth, To Mouths Like Mine At Least.

Thou Art My Single Day, God Lends To Leaven What Were All Earth Else, With A Feel Of Heaven.