Life Always Take On The Character Of

Ah! Soul Of Mine! Ah! Soul Of Mine! Thy Sluggish Senses Are But Bars That Stand Between Thee And The Stars, And Shut Thee From The World Divine.

A Mind Grows By What It Feeds On.

God Give Us Men! A Time Like This Demands. Strong Minds, Great Hearts, True Faith, And Ready Hands; Men Whom The Lust Of Office Does Not Kill; Men Whom The Spoils Of Office Cannot Buy; Men Who Possess Opinions And A Will; Men Who Have Honor; Men Who Will Not Die.

Nature Is The Master Of Talents; Genius Is The Master Of Nature.

I Softly Sink Into The Bath Of Sleep: With Eyelids Shut, I See Around Me Close The Mottled, Violet Vapors Of The Deep, That Wraps Me In Repose.