Love's All In All To Women.

The Lucky Person Passes For A Genius.

The Brave Endure Their Labors, The Cowardly Are Worth The Cowards Nothing At All.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Nothing's As Good As Holding On To Safety.

Try First Thyself, And After Call In God; For To The Worker God Himself Lends Aid.