Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.

Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows Us Truths.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.

Grief Hallows Hearts, Even While It Ages Heads.

The Beautiful Are Never Desolate; But Some One Alway Loves Them--god Or Man. If Man Abandons, God Himself Takes Them.

Fulfill Thy Fate! Be-do-bear-and Thank God.