He Lives Not Long Who Battles With

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, Swing To The Work, We Must - Just Two As We Are - If We Hope To Make Some Headway. The Worst Cowards, Banded Together, Have Their Power, But You And I Have Got The Skill To Fight Their Best.

It Is Wrong To Sorrow Without Ceasing.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.