Perhaps The Greatest Lesson Which

Races, Better Than We, Have Leaned On Her Wavering Promise, Having Naught Else But Hope.

A Millstone And The Human Heart Are Driven Ever Round, If They Have Nothing Else To Grind, They Must Themselves Be Ground.

God's Voice Was Not In The Earthquake, Not In The Fire, Nor The Storm, But It Was In The Whispering Breezes.

Dreams Or Illusions, Call Them What You Will, They Lift Us From The Commonplace Of Life To Better Things.

Ambition Is So Powerful A Passion In The Human Breast, That However High We Reach We Are Never Satisfied.