If All Were Rich, Gold Would Be

The Ground Of All Great Thoughts Is Sadness.

Where Doubt There Truth Is - 'tis Her Shadow.

Words Are The Motes Of Thought, And Nothing More.

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.

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.