We Expect A Great Man

Coal Lay In Ledges Under The Ground Since The Flood, Until A Laborer With Pick And Windlass Brings It To The Surface. We May Well Call It Black Diamonds. Every Basket Is Power And Civilization. For Coal Is A Portable Climate.

There Is Hope In Extravagance, There Is None In Routine.

What Is Excellent, As God Lives, Is Permanent; Hearts Are Dust, Hearts' Loves Remain, Heart's Love Will Meet Thee Again.

Life Is Our Dictionary.

The Sum Of Wisdom Is That Time Is Never Lost That Is Devoted To Work.