Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.

Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men!

Much as the sage may affect to despise the opinion of the world, there are few who would not rather expose their lives a hundred times than be condemned to live on, in society, but not of it - a by-word of reproach to all who know their history, and a mark for scorn to point his finger at.

War in men's eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory's sake; - Wait a little longer.

Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later.

Men of thought and men of action, clear the Way!