Lincoln, The Man Of The People

For All Your Days Be Prepared, And Meet Them Ever Alike. When You Are The Anvil, Bear - When You Are The Hammer, Strike.

The Sequoias Belong To The Silences Of The Milleniums. Many Of Them Have Seen A Hundred Human Generations Rise, Give Off Their Little Clamors And Perish. They Seem Indeed To Be Forms Of Immortality Standing Here Amoing The Transitory Shapes Of Time.

By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is One Slave There Are Two

Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Places In The Heart For Joy.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky Is A Place Of Central Calm.