The Dew, 'tis Of The Tears Which

America, Thou Half-brother Of The World; With Something Good And Bad Of Every Land.

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

He Is A Fool Who Is Not For Love And Beauty. I Speak Unto The Young, For I Am Of Them And Always Shall Be.

The Truth Is Perilous Never To The True, Nor Knowledge To The Wise; And To The Fool, And To The False, Error And Truth Alike, Error Is Worse Than Ignorance.