Grace is given of God, but knowledge is bought in the market; Knowledge needful for all, yet cannot be had for the asking. - Arthur Hugh Clough

No graven images may be
Worshipped, except the currency.

’Twas on a sunny summer day
I trod a mighty city’s street,
And when I started on my way
My heart was full of fancies sweet;
But soon, as nothing could be seen,
But countenances sharp and keen,
Nought heard or seen around but told
Of something bought or something sold,
And none that seemed to think or care
That any save himself was there.

There is a great Field-Marshal, my friend, who arrays our battalions;
Let us to Providence trust, and abide and work in our stations.