The Power That Keeps Cities Of Men

Those Who Look For Filth, Can Find It At The Height Of Noon.

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

Wealth Stays With Us A Little Moment If At All: Only Our Characters Are Steadfast, Not Our Gold.

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.

How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That Is Past.