Men Praise Poverty, As The

Trees Are Your Best Antiques

I Would Rather Be Remembered By A Song Than By A Victory.

The Globe Has Been Circumnavigated, But No Man Ever Yet Has; You May Survey A Kingdom And Note The Result In Maps, But All The Savants In The World Could Not Produce A Reliable Map Of The Poorest Human Personality.

A Tender Sadness Drops Upon My Soul, Like The Soft Twilight Dropping On The World.

Yet Through All, We Know This Tangled Skein Is In The Hands Of One, Who Sees The End From The Beginning: He Shall Unravel All.