Every Believer Is God's Miracle.

Look On The Bee Upon The Wing 'mong Flowers; How Brave, How Bright His Life! Then Mark, Him Hiv'd, Cramp'd, Cringing In His Self-built, Social Cell, Thus It Is In The World-hive; Most Where Men Lie Deep In Cities As In Drifts.

All Things That Speak Of Heaven Speak Of Peace.

None But The Brave And Beautiful Can Love.

Youth Might Be Wise; We Suffer Less From Pains Than Pleasures.

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.