We Kind O' Thought Christ Went Agin

Humbleness Is Always Grace; Always Dignity

Nature, They Say, Doth Dote, And Cannot Make A Man Save On Some Worn-out Plan Repeating Us By Rote: For Him Her Old World Moulds Aside She Threw And, Choosing Sweet Clay From The Breast Of The Unexhausted West, With Stuff Untainted Shaped A Hero New.

Endurance Is The Crowning Quality.

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

Earth Gets Its Price For What Earth Gives Us.