Great Truths Are Portions Of The Soul

Aspiration Sees Only One Side Of Every Question; Possession Many.

It Is Not Without Reason That Fame Is Awarded Only After Death. The Cloud-dust Of Notoriety Which Follows And Envelops The Men Who Drive With The Wind Bewilders Contemporary Judgment.

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

And Blessed Are The Horny Hands Of Toil.

I Love Her With A Love As Still As A Broad River's Peaceful Might, Which By High Tower And Lowly Mill, Goes Wandering At Its Own Will, And Yet Does Ever Flow Aright.