Like Streams That Keep A Summer Mind

He Who Keeps His Faith Only, Cannot Be Discrowned.

The Idol Is The Measure Of The Worshipper.

My Soul Is Not A Palace Of The Past.

So We're All Right, An' I, For One, Don't Think Our Cause'll Lose In Vally By Rammin' Scriptur' In Our Gun, An' Gittin' Natur' For An Ally.

Men's Thoughts And Opinions Are In A Great Degree Vassals Of Him Who Invents A New Phrase Or Re-applies An Old Epithet. The Thought Or Feeling A Thousand Times Repeated Becomes His At Last Who Utters It Best.