Silence 'tis Awe Decrees.

Oh, Good Gigantic Smile O' The Brown Old Earth, This Autumn Morning! How He Sets His Bones To Bask I' The Sun, And Thrusts Out Knees And Feet. From The Ripple To Run Over In Its Mirth

Let Friend Trust Friends, And Love Demand Love's Like.

If You Get Simple Beauty And Naught Else, You Get About The Best Thing God Invents.

Shun Death, Is My Advice.

There Are Those Who Believe Something, And Therefore Will Tolerate Nothing; And On The Other Hand, Those Who Tolerate Everything, Because They Believe Nothing.