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

The pen is the tongue of the mind.

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius.

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.