Earth Gets Its Price For What Earth

Before Man Made Us Citizens, Great Nature Made Us Men.

The Ash Her Purple Drops Forgivingly And Sadly, Breaking Not The General Hush; The Maple Swamps Glow Like A Sunset Sea, Each Leaf A Ripple With Its Separate Flush; All Round The Wood's Edge Creeps The Skirting Blaze, Ere The Rain Falls, The Cautious Farmer Burns His Brush.

The Question Of Common Sense Is Always: 'what Is It Good For?' - A Question Which Would Abolish The Rose And Be Answered Triumphantly By The Cabbage.

We Kind O' Thought Christ Went Agin War An' Pillage.

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