Men Lose Their Tempers In Defending Their

He Only Is Rich Who Owns The Day.

It Is Defeat Which Educates Us.

For Flowers That Bloom About Our Feet; For Tender Grass, So Fresh, So Sweet; For Song Of Bird, And Hum Of Bee; For All Things Fair We Hear Or See, Father In Heaven, We Thank Thee!

I Wish To Write Such Rhymes As Shall Not Suggest A Restraint, But Contrariwise The Wildest Freedom.

Great Men Exist That There Might Be Greater Men.