Get But The Truth Once Uttered, And

They Enslave Their Children's Children Who Make Compromise With Sin.

An Appeal To The Reason Of The People Has Never Been Known To Fail In The Long Run.

The Path Of Nature Is, Indeed, A Narrow One, And It Is Only The Immortals That Seek It, And, When They Find It, Do Not Find Themselves Cramped Therein.

Nature, They Say, Doth Dote, And Cannot Make A Man Save On Some Worn-out Plan Repeating Us By Rote: For Him Her Old World Moulds Aside She Threw And, Choosing Sweet Clay From The Breast Of The Unexhausted West, With Stuff Untainted Shaped A Hero New.

My Soul Is Not A Palace Of The Past.