The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs

Youth Is A Beautiful Dream, On Whose Brightness Books Shed A Blinding Dust. Will Ever The Day Come When The Wise Link The Joy Of Knowledge To Youth's Dream? Will Ever The Day Come When Nature Becomes The Teacher Of Man, Humanity His Book And Life His School? Youth's Joyous Purpose Cannot Be Fulfilled Until That Day Comes. Too Slow Is Our March Toward Spiritual Elevation, Because We Make So Little Use Of Youth's Ardor.

Work Is Love Made Visable.

In Truth You Owe Naught To Any Man. You Owe To All Men.

For Truth And The Spirit Will Abide With The Morrow.

Let Ignorance Reproduce Itself Until It Is Weary Of Its Own Offspring.