A Marciful Providunce Fashioned Us Holler O'

It Is Not Without Reason That Fame Is Awarded Only After Death. The Cloud-dust Of Notoriety Which Follows And Envelops The Men Who Drive With The Wind Bewilders Contemporary Judgment.

He's True To God Who's True To Man.

Through Aisles Of Long-drawn Centuries My Spirit Walks In Thought.

It Is Good To Lengthen To The Last A Sunny Mood.

To Put More Faith In Lies And Hate Than Truth And Love, Is The True Atheism.