Three Were The Fates. Poverty That Chains;

Oft When The White, Still Dawn Lifted The Skies And Pushed The Hills Apart, I Have Felt It Like A Glory In My Heart.

There Is A Destiny Which Makes Us Brothers; None Goes His Way Alone. All That We Send Into The Lives Of Others Comes Back Into Our Own.

The Thing That Is Incredible Is Life Itself.

The Sequoias Belong To The Silences Of The Milleniums. Many Of Them Have Seen A Hundred Human Generations Rise, Give Off Their Little Clamors And Perish. They Seem Indeed To Be Forms Of Immortality Standing Here Amoing The Transitory Shapes Of Time.

There Is No True Liberty For The Individual Except As He Finds It In The Liberty Of All. There Is No True Security For The Individual Except As He Finds It In The Security For All.