All Of Nature Is God's Art.

The Heavens Call To You, And Circle About You, Displaying To You Their Eternal Splendors, And Your Eye Gazes Only To Earth.

The More Perfect A Thing Is, The More Susceptible To Good And Bad Treatment It Is.

E Quindi Uscimmo A Riveder Le Stelle" ("and Thence We Came Forth To See Again The Stars")

In His Will, Our Peace.

Seldom Indeed Does Human Virtue Rise From Trunk To Branch.