Tyranny Is Always Weakness

But Civlyzation Doos Git Forrid Sometimes Upon A Powder-cart.

Ye Come And Go Incessant; We Remain Safe In The Hallowed Quiets Of The Past; Be Reverent, Ye Who Flit And Are Forgot, Of Faith So Nobly Realized As This.

Borrowed Garments Never Keep One Warm.

It Is The Privilege Of Genius That Life Never Grows Common Place, As It Does For The Rest Of Us.

The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down, And Still Fluttered Down The Snow.