Fills The Air Around With Beauty.

Italia! O Italia! Thou Who Hast The Fatal Gift Of Beauty.

But At Sixteen The Conscience Rarely Gnaws So Much, As When We Call Our Old Debts In At Sixty Years, And Draw The Accounts Of Evil, And Find A Deuced Balance With The Devil.

The Drying Up A Single Tear Has More, Of Honest Fame, Than Shedding Seas Of Gore.

Accursed Be The City Where The Laws Would Stifle Nature's!

The Coach Does Not Play In The Game, But The Coach Helps The Players Identify Areas To Improve Their Game.