There is the silence of age, too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it in words intelligible to those who have not lived the great range of life.

Those who first oppose a good work, seize it and make it their own, when the cornerstone is laid and memorial tablets are erected.

Beware of the man who rises to power from one suspender.

He stripped off the armor of institutional friendships To dedictate his soul To the terrible deities of Truth and Beauty.

This is Darrow, Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart, And his drawl, and his infinite paradox And his sadness, and kindness, And his artist sense that drives him to shape his life To something harmonious, even against the schemes of God.

The tongue may be an unruly member-- But silence poisons the soul.

It takes life to love life.