The Force Of Union Conquers All.

Two Diverse Gates There Are Of Bodiless Dreams, These Of Sawn Ivory, And Those Of Horn. Such Dreams As Issue Where The Ivory Gleams Fly Without Fate, And Turn Our Hopes To Scorn. But Dreams Which Issue Through The Burnished Horn, What Man Soe'er Beholds Them On His Bed, These Work With Virtue And Of Truth Are Born.

Goddess Of Song, Teach Me The Story Of A Hero.

A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing On Mother's Milk And Kisses Fed.

The Best Things Beyond Their Measure Cloy.

Who Love Too Much, Hate In The Like Extreme.