We Don't Grow Old. When We Cease

When It Is Dark Enough, Men See The Stars.

Black Men Built The Railroads, Not Blue Eyes.

The New Statement Is Always Hated By The Old, And, To Those Dwelling In The Old, Comes Like An Abyss Of Skepticism.

If The King Is In The Palace, Nobody Looks At The Walls. It Is When He Is Gone, And The House Is Filled With Grooms And Gazers, That We Turn From The People, To Find Relief In The Majestic Men That Are Suggested By The Pictures And The Architecture.

Judge Of Your Natural Character By What You Do In Your Dreams.