If You Desire Faith, Then You Have

How Joyously The Young Sea-mew Lay Dreaming On The Waters Blue, Whereon Our Little Bark Had Thrown A Little Shade, The Only One; But Shadows Ever Man Pursue.

He Who Breathes Deepest Lives Most.

Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before They Grow The Ivy.

A Great Man Leaves Clean Work Behind Him, And Requires No Sweeper Up Of The Chips.

Pan Is Dead! Great Pan Is Dead! Pan, Pan Is Dead!