Every Chair Should Be A Throne And

So Nigh Is Grandeur To Our Dust, So Near Is God To Man, When Duty Whispers Low, 'thou Must,' The Youth Whispers, 'i Can.

Intellect Annuls Fate. So Far As A Man Thinks He Is Free.

All Mankind Love A Lover.

Why Should We Fear To Be Crushed By Savage Elements, We Who Are Made Up Of The Same Elements?

The Worthless And Offensive Members Of Society, Whose Existence Is A Social Pest, Invariably Think Themselves The Most Ill-used People Alive, And Never Get Over Their Astonishment At The Ingratitude And Selfishness Of Their Contemporaries.