Many Might Go To Heaven

Find The Journey's End In Every Step.

Love Of Beauty Is Taste. The Creation Of Beauty Is Art.

We Are A Puny And Fickle Folk. Avarice, Hesitation, And Following Are Our Diseases.

On Bravely Through The Sunshine And The Showers! Time Hath His Work To Do, And We Have Ours.

At Times The Whole World Seems To Be In Conspiracy To Importune You With Emphatic Trifles.