When A Workman Knows The Use Of

Wear A Smile And Have Friends; Wear A Scowl And Have Wrinkles.

O May I Join The Choir Invisible Of Those Immortal Dead Who Live Again In Minds Made Better By Their Presence; Live In Pulses Stirred To Generosity, In Deeds Of Daring Rectitude, In Scorn For Miserable Aims That End With Self, In Thoughts Sublime That Pierce The Night Like Stars, And With Their Mild Persistence Urge Men's Search To Vaster Issues.

In High Vengeance There Is Noble Scorn.

Self-consciousness Of The Manner Is The Expensive Substitute For Simplicity.

Effective Magic Is Transcendent Nature.