The Hooded Clouds, Like Friars, Tell Their

Saint Augustine! Well Hast Thou Said, That Of Our Vices We Can Frame A Ladder, If We Will But Tread Beneath Our Feet Each Deed Of Shame.

Everyone Says That Forgiveness Is A Lovely Idea Until He Has Something To Forgive.

Age Is Opportunity No Less Than Youth Itself.

To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach: These Are The Three Great Chords Of Might.

Out Of The Bosom Of The Air, Out Of The Cloud-folds Of Her Garments Shaken, Over The Woodlands Brown And Bare, Over The Harvest-fields Forsaken, Silent, And Soft, And Slow Descends The Snow.