In His Will, Our Peace.

Love Can Move The Sun And The Stars.

Those Ancients Who In Poetry Presented The Golden Age, Who Sang Its Happy State, Perhaps, In Their Parnassus, Dreamt This Place. Here, Mankind's Root Was Innocent; And Here Were Every Fruit And Never-ending Spring; These Streams--the Nectar Of Which Poets Sing.

If The Present World Go Astray, The Cause Is In You, In You It Is To Be Sought.

Follow Your Own Star!

Mankind Is At Its Best When It Is Most Free.