Such Power There Is In Clear-eyed Self-restraint.

Who Gives Himself With His Alms Feeds Three, Himself, His Hungering Neighbor And Me.

There Comes Emerson First, Whose Rich Words, Every One, Are Like Gold Nails In Temples To Hang Trophies On.

The Heart Forgets Its Sorrow And Ache.

Toward No Crimes Have Men Shown Themselves So Cold- Bloodedly Cruel As In Punishing Differences Of Belief.

Fate Loves The Fearless.