A Thousand Men Enslaved Fear

Each Man Should Frame Life So That At Some Future Hour Fact And His Dreaming Meet.

Progress Is The Stride Of God.

Our Life Dreams The Utopia. Our Death Achieves The Ideal.

A House Is Built Of Logs And Stone, Of Tiles And Posts And Piers; A Home Is Built Of Loving Deeds That Stand A Thousand Years.

For, To Make Deserts, God, Who Rules Mankind, Begins With Kings, And Ends The Work By Wind.