The Cistern Contains: The Fountain Overflows.

Nature Has No Outline. Imagination Has.

When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow Cold And Commerce Settles On Every Tree

The Grave Is Heaven's Golden Gate, And Rich And Poor Around It Wait; O Shepherdess Of England's Fold, Behold This Gate Of Pearl And Gold!

O God, Protect Me From My Friends, That They Have Not Power Over Me. Thou Hast Giv'n Me Power To Protect Myself From Thy Bitterest Enemies.

I Must Create A System, Or Be Enslav'd By Another Man's.