All Are Of The Race

Thou Art A Woman, And That Is Saying The Best And Worst Of Thee.

Death Is The Universal Salt Of States; Blood Is The Base Of All Things--law And War.

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

Men Might Be Better If We Better Deemed Of Them.

Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse Is Like A Cloud, It Passes.