He That Runs May Read.

The Path Of Sorrow, And That Path Alone, Leads To The Land Where Sorrow Is Unknown.

Give What Thou Canst, Without Thee We Are Poor; And With Thee Rich, Take What Thou Wilt Away.

He Is The Freeman Whom The Truth Makes Free, And All Are Slaves Besides.

Events Of All Sorts Creep Or Fly Exactly As God Pleases.

Elegant As Simplicity, And Warm As Ecstasy.