What Society Wants Is A New Motive,

Cut Off My Head, And Singular I Am, Cut Off My Tail, And Plural I Appear; Although My Middle's Left, There's Nothing There! What Is My Head Cut Off? A Sounding Sea; What Is My Tail Cut Off? A Rushing River; And In Their Mingling Depths I Fearless Play, Parent Of Sweetest Sounds, Yet Mute Forever.

Forget All Feuds, And Shed One English Tear O'er English Dust. A Broken Heart Lies Here.

Half-knowledge Is Worse Than Ignorance.

We Must Judge A Government By Its General Tendencies And Not By Its Happy Accidents.

A Beggarly People, A Church And No Steeple.