The Nunneries Of Silent Nooks,

't Is Heaven Alone That Is Given Away; 't Is Only God May Be Had For The Asking.

What Means This Glory Round Our Feet, The Magi Mused, "more Bright Than Morn!" And Voices Chanted Clear And Sweet, "to-day The Prince Of Peace Is Born.

Not What We Give, But What We Share, For The Gift Without The Giver Is Bare.

A Wise Skepticism Is The First Attribute Of A Good Critic.

One Learns More Metaphysics From A Single Temptation Than From All The Philosophers.