Nothing Useless Is, Or Low; Each Thing

The Hearts Of Some Women Tremble Like Leaves At Every Breath Of Love Which Reaches Them, And They Are Still Again. Others, Like The Ocean, Are Moved Only By The Breath Of A Storm, And Not So Easily Lulled To Rest.

He Looks The Whole World In The Face For He Owes Not Any Man.

Thought Takes Man Out Of Servitude, Into Freedom.

Our Faith Triumphant O'er Our Fears.

The Country Is Lyric, The Town Dramatic. When Mingled, They Make The Most Perfect Musical Drama.