To See Him Act Is Like Reading

I Must Lay Down The Law As I Understand It, And As I Read It In Books Of Authority.

Greatness And Goodness Are Not Means, But Ends.

Forth From His Dark And Lonely Hiding-place, (portentous Sight!) The Owlet Atheism, Sailing On Obscene Wings Athwart The Noon, Drops His Blue-fringed Lids, And Holds Them Close, And Hooting At The Glorious Sun In Heaven, Cries Out, ''where Is It?''

Friendship Is A Sheltering Tree.

A Sight To Dream Of, Not To Tell!