It Is True, That It Is Not

Sail On, O Ship Of State! Sail On, O Union, Strong And Great.

Nature Is A Revelation Of God; Art A Revelation Of Man.

Where, Twisted Round The Barren Oak, The Summer Vine In Beauty Clung, And Summer Winds The Stillness Broke, The Crystal Icicle Is Hung.

No Literature Is Complete Until The Language It Was Written In Is Dead.

A Thought Often Makes Us Hotter Than A Fire.