When Pride Thaws, Look For Floods.

Burn To Be Great, Pay Not Thy Praise To Lofty Things Alone. The Plains Are Everlasting As The Hills, The Bard Cannot Have Two Pursuits; Aught Else Comes On The Mind With The Like Shock As Though Two Worlds Had Gone To War, And Met In Air.

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.

Words Are The Motes Of Thought, And Nothing More.

Life Hath More Awe Than Death.

Walk Boldly And Wisely.... There Is A Hand Above That Will Help You On.