The Same Heart Beats In Every Human

Hither And Thither Spins The Wind-borne Mirroring Soul, A Thousand Glimpses Wins, And Never Sees A Whole.

Life Is Not Having And Getting, But Being And Becoming

And Each Day Brings It's Pretty Dust, Our Soon-choked Souls To Fll And We Forget Because We Must, And Not Because We Will.

To Have The Sense Of Creative Activity Is The Great Happiness And The Great Proof Of Being Alive.

For This Is The True Strength Of Guilty Kings, When They Corrupt The Souls Of Those They Rule.