Every Dogma Embodies Some Shade

Where There Is A Mother In The Home, Matters Go Well.

Civilization Degrades Many In Order To Exalt The Few.

Without A Mythology, Faith Is Impersonal And Heartless.

Heaven Trims Our Lamps While We Sleep.

The Finer Literature, Indeed, Is Characterized By A Certain Suffusion Of The Feminine Flavor, The Finer, The More Ideal, Thought Plumed With Sentiment; Even Science Loves To Spring From Its Feet, Philosophy Affect The Clouds To Inspire And Edify.