The Time Is Ripe, And Rotten-ripe, For

Some Kind Of Pace May Be Got Out Of The Eeriest Jade By The Near Prospect Of Oats; But The Thoroughbred Has The Spur In His Blood.

Where One Person Shapes Their Life By Precept And Example, There Are A Thousand Who Have Shaped It By Impulse And Circumstances.

Behind The Dim Unknown, Standeth God With The Shadow, Keeping Watch Above His Own.

In The Ocean Of Baseness, The Deeper We Get, The Easier The Sinking.

The Don Quixote Of One Generation May Live To Hear Himself Called The Savior Of Society By The Next.