The Things Required For Prosperous Labor, Prosperous

Words Are But The Bannerets Of A Great Army, A Few Bits Of Waving Color Here And There; Thoughts Are The Main Body Of The Footman That March Unseen Below.

Many Men Build As Cathedrals Are Built-the Part Nearest The Ground Finished, But That Part Which Soars Toward Heaven, The Turrets And The Spires, Forever Incomplete.

Man Is That Name Of Power Which Rises Above Them All, And Gives To Every One The Right To Be That Which God Meant He Should Be.

Flowers May Beckon Todwards Us, But They Speak Todward Heaven And God.

It Is Not What We Read, But What We Remember, That Makes Us Learned. It Is Not What We Intend, But What We Do That Makes Us Useful. It Is Not A Few Faint Wishes, But A Life Long Struggle, That Makes Us Valiant.