Always Be Ready To Speak Your Mind,

Where Mercy, Love, And Pity Dwell, There God Is Dwelling Too.

The Stars Are Threshed, And The Souls Are Threshed From Their Husks.

The Fields From Islington To Marybone, To Primrose Hill And Saint John's Wood, Were Builded Over With Pillars Of Gold; And There Jerusalem's Pillars Stood.

What Is The Price Of Experience? Do Men Buy It For A Song? Or Wisdom For A Dance In The Street? No, It Is Bought With The Price Of All The Man Hath, His House, His Wife, His Children.

Harmony Of Colouring Is Destructive Of Art? It Is Like The Smile Of A Fool.