We Know The Good, We Apprehend It

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed And Grow, A Herb Most Bruised Is Woman.

There Is No Harbor Of Peace From The Changing Waves Of Joy And Despair.

Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts To Friends, Or Lead A Sick Man Back To Health With Ease And Plenty. Else Small Aid Is Wealth For Daily Gladness; Once A Man Be Done With Hunger, Rich And Poor Are All As One.