If Only The Best Birds Sang, The

The Storm Is Ended! The Impartial Sunlaughs Down Upon The Battle Lost And Won,and Crowns The Triumph Of The Cloudy Hostin Rolling Lines Retreating To The Coast.

Some People Are So Afraid Do Die That They Never Begin To Live.

Happiness Is Inward, And Not Outward; And So, It Does Not Depend On What We Have, But On What We Are.

A Clean And Sensitive Conscience, A Steady And Scrupulous Integrity In Small Things As Well As Large, Is The Most Valuable Of All Possessions, To A Nation As To An Individual.

If Only The Best Birds Sang, The Forest Would Be Silent.