On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

Yet Have I Ever Heard It Said That Spies And Tale-bearers Have Done More Mischief In This World Than Poisoned Bowl Or The Assassin's Dagger.

Whoever Fails To Turn Aside The Ills Of Life By Prudent Forethought, Must Submit To Fulfill The Course Of Destiny.

It Is Play And Only Play That Makes Man Complete.

The Dignity Of Man Into Your Hands Is Given; Oh, Keep It Well, With You It Sinks Or Lifts Itself To Heaven.

The Greater Part Of Humanity Is Too Much Harassed And Fatigued By The Struggle With Want, To Rally Itself For A New And Sterner Struggle With Error.