A Sneer Is The Weapon Of The

The Fireflies O'er The Meadow In Pulses Come And Go.

The Intellect Has Only One Failing, Which, To Be Sure, Is A Very Considerable One. It Has No Conscience.

Democracy Gives Every Man The Right To Be His Own Oppressor.

I Love Her With A Love As Still As A Broad River's Peaceful Might, Which By High Tower And Lowly Mill, Goes Wandering At Its Own Will, And Yet Does Ever Flow Aright.

Darkness Is Strong, And So Is Sin, But Surely God Endures Forever!