My Soul Is In The Sky.

I Am One, My Liege, Whom The Vile Blows And Buffets Of The World Have So Incensed That I Am Reckless What I Do To Spite The World.

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s Well.

What Is The City But The People?

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?