Pride, Where Wit Fails, Steps In To

No More Was Seen The Human Form Divine.

He Who Serves His Brother Best Gets Nearer God Than All The Rest.

Whoever Thinks A Faultless Piece To See, Thinks What Ne'er Was, Nor Is, Nor E'er Shall Be.

Leave Not A Foot Of Verse, A Foot Of Stone, A Page, A Grave, That They Can Call Their Own; But Spread, My Sons, Your Glory Thin Or Thick, On Passive Paper, Or On Solid Brick.

The Enormous Faith Of Many Made For One.