The World Is Very Lovely, And It's

Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Set Us To Work Anew.

All We Have Of Freedom All We Use Or Know This Our Fathers Bought For Us Long And Long Ago

What Stands If Freedom Fall?

Fiction Is Truth's Elder Sister. Obviously. No One In The World Knew What Truth Was Till Some One Had Told A Story.

When Young Lips Have Drunk Deep Of The Bitter Waters Of Hate, Suspicion And Despair, All The Love In The World Will Not Wholly Take Away That Knowledge. Though It May Turn Darkened Eyes For A While To The Light, And Teach Faith Where No Faith Was.