Truth Never Hurt The Teller.

Strike When Thou Wilt, The Hour Of Rest, But Let My Last Days Be My Best.

All We Have Gained Then By Our Unbelief Is A Life Of Doubt Diversified By Faith, For One Of Faith Diversified By Doubt: We Called The Chess-board White-we Call It Black.

Who Knows But The World May End Tonight

Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.

Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So He Waited.