In The Long Run Men Hit Only

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will, And The Thought's Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughhts

My Book And Heart Shall Never Part.

The Twilight That Surrounds The Border-land Of Old Romance.

Time Rides With The Old At A Great Pace. As Travellers On Swift Steeds See The Near Landscape Fly And Flow Behind Them, While The Remoter Fields And Dim Horizons Go With Them, And Seem Wheeling Round To Meet Them, So In Old Age Things Near Us Slip Away, And Distant Things Go With Us.

I Have An Affection For A Great City. I Feel Safe In The Neighborhood Of Man, And Enjoy The Sweet Security Of The Streets.