And Then, Strange To Say,

A Tempest Ceases, A Cyclone Passes Over, A Wind Dies Down, A Broken Mast Can Be Replaced, A Leak Can Be Stopped, A Fire Extinguished, But What Will Become Of This Enormous Brute Of Bronze?

To Think Is Of Itself To Be Useful; It Is Always And In All Cases A Striving Toward God.

Greater Than The Tread Of Mighty Armies Is An Idea Whose Time Has Come.

The Hatred Of Luxury Is Not An Intelligent Hatred. It Implies A Hatred Of Arts.

Short As Life Is, We Make It Still Shorter By The Careless Waste Of Time.