So Musical A Discord, Such Sweet Thunder.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.

To Do A Great Right Do A Little Wrong.

Lovers Ever Run Before The Clock