For Nature Makes Women To Be Won,

I Think That To Have Known One Good, Old Man-one Man, Who, Through The Chances And Mischances Of A Long Life, Has Carried His Heart In His Hand, Like A Palm-branch, Waving All Discords Into Peace-helps Our Faith In God, In Ourselves, And In Each Other More Than Many Sermons

Every Great Crisis Of Human History Is A Pass Of Thermopylae, And There Is Always A Leonidas And His Three Hundred To Die In It, If They Can Not Conquer.

Criticism Is Not Construction, It Is Observation.

Age Is A Matter Of Feeling, Not Of Years.

I Walked Beside The Evening Sea And Dreamed A Dream That Could Not Be; The Waves That Plunged Along The Shore Said Only: "dreamer, Dream No More!"