How Slight A Chance May Raise Or

My Favoured Temple Is An Humble Heart.

We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work Is Life.

All Things That Speak Of Heaven Speak Of Peace.

Man Is One; And He Hath One Great Heart. It Is Thus We Feel, With A Gigantic Throb Athwart The Sea, Each Other's Rights And Wrongs; Thus Are We Men.

Corruption Springs From Light: 'tis One Same Power Creates, Preserves, Destroys; Matter Whereon It Works, On E'er Self-transmutative Form, Common To Now The Living, Now The Dead.