Taking To Pieces Is The Trade Of

Beauty Without Grace Is The Hook Without The Bait.

Genius Always Finds Itself A Century Too Early.

Spirit, That Made Those Heroes Dare To Die, And Leave Their Children Free, Bid Time And Nature Gently Spare The Shaft We Raise To Them And Thee.

The Same, The Same: Friend And Foe Are Of One Stuff; The Ploughman, The Plough, And The Furrow, Are Of One Stuff; And The Stuff Is Such, And So Much, That The Variations Of Form Are Unimportant.

As Long As Our People Quote English Standards They Dwarf Their Own Proportions.