When We Two Parted In Silence And

Pure Friendship's Well-feigned Blush.

Yet Still There Whispers The Small Voice Within, Heard Through Gain's Silence, And O'er Glory's Din; Whatever Creed Be Taught Or Land Be Trod, Man's Conscience Is The Oracle Of God.

Out Of Chaos God Made A World, And Out Of High Passions Comes A People.

The Very Best Of Vineyards Is The Cellar

Of All Tales 'tis The Saddest--and More Sad, Because It Makes Us Smile.