Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.

Who Knows But Life Be That Which Men Call Death, And Death What Men Call Life?

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

There Is Just One Life For Each Of Us: Our Own.

Danger Gleams Like Sunshine To A Brave Man's Eyes.

And Wealth Abides Not, It Is But For A Day.