Ye Come And Go Incessant; We Remain

For Humanity Sweeps Onward: Where Today The Martyr Stands, On The Morrow Crouches Judas With The Silver In His Hands; Far In Front The Cross Stands Ready And The Crackling Fagots Burn, While The Hooting Mob Of Yesterday In Silent Awe Return To Glean Up The Scattered Ashes Into History's Golden Urn.

Humbleness Is Always Grace; Always Dignity

In The Ocean Of Baseness, The Deeper We Get, The Easier The Sinking.

O Visionary World, Condition Strange, Where Naught Abiding Is But Only Change.

Incredulity Robs Us Of Many Pleasures, And Gives Us Nothing In Return.