The Greatest Homage We Can Pay To

O Visionary World, Condition Strange, Where Naught Abiding Is But Only Change.

Fate Loves Best Such Syllables As Are Sweet And Sonorous On The Tongue.

You've Gut To Git Up Airly Ef You Want To Take In God.

Incredulity Robs Us Of Many Pleasures, And Gives Us Nothing In Return.

God's Livery Is A Very Plain One; But Its Wearers Have Good Reason To Be Content. If It Have Not So Much Gold-lace About It As Satan's, It Keeps Out Foul Weather Better, And Is Besides A Great Deal Cheaper.