We Ought To Thank God For That.

There Are Certain Words Which Are Nearer And Dearer To A Man Than Any Others.

The More Debris There Is The More It Will Show The Governor's Activity.

Whatever You May Say, The Body Depends On The Soul.

Ah, Steeds, Steeds, What Steeds! Has The Whirlwind A Home In Your Manes? Is There A Sensitive Ear, Alert As A Flame, In Your Every Fiber? Hearing The Familiar Song From Above, All In One Accord You Strain Your Bronze Chests And, Hooves Barely Touching The Ground, Turn Into Straight Lines Cleaving The Air, And All Inspired By God It Rushes On!

But Wise Is The Man Who Disdains No Character, But With Searching Glance Explores Him To The Root And Cause Of All.