All Love Is Lost But Upon God

Our Pleasance Here Is All Vain Glory, This False Warld Is But Transitory.

Noble Men In The Quiet Of Morning Hear Indians Singing The Continent's Violent Requiem.

To God Be Humble, To Thy Friend Be Kind, And With Thy Neighbors Gladly Lend And Borrow; His Chance Tonight, It Maybe Thine Tomorrow.

A Lawyer Who Does Not Know Men Is Handicapped.

Timor Mortis Conturbat Me. The Fear Of Death Disturbs Me.