Better One Bite At Forty, Of Truths

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

No Man Can Produce Great Things Who Is Not Thoroughly Sincere In Dealing With Himself.

Over Our Manhood Bend The Skies; Against Our Fallen And Traitor Lives The Great Winds Utter Prophecies; With Our Faint Hearts The Mountain Strives, Its Arms Outstretched, The Druid Wood Waits With Its Benedicite And To Our Age’s Drowsy Blood Still Shouts The Inspiring Sea.

He Who Keeps His Faith Only, Cannot Be Discrowned.

Life May Be Given In Many Ways, And Loyalty To Truth Be Sealed As Bravely In The Closet As The Field.