Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Stranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die! Search the fading letters finding Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!

O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

Man has never been the same since God died.

The young are so old, they are born with their fingers crossed.