I Feel An Army In My Fist.

The Jest Loses Its Point When He Who Makes It Is The First To Laugh.

Art Is The Daughter Of Freedom.

Time Consecrates; And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

You Saw His Weakness, And He Will Never Forgive You.

Have Faith. Where'er Thy Bark Is Driven, - The Calm's Disport, The Tempest's Mirth, - Know This: God Rules The Hosts Of Heaven, The Habitants Of Earth.