Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

Man Is One; And He Hath One Great Heart. It Is Thus We Feel, With A Gigantic Throb Athwart The Sea, Each Other's Rights And Wrongs; Thus Are We Men.

The First And Worst Of All Frauds Is To Cheat One's Self.

He Hath No Power That Hath Not Power To Use.

Evil Then Results From Imperfection.