Tact Is The Unsaid Part Of What

The Lintel Low Enough To Keep Out Pomp And Pride; The Threshold High Enough To Turn Deceit Aside; The Doorband Strong Enough From Robbers To Defend; This Door Will Open At A Touch To Welcome Every Friend.

There Is A Loftier Ambition Than Merely To Stand High In The World. It Is To Stoop Down And Lift Mankind A Little Higher.

The Brave Man Is Intelligent; He Faces Danger Because He Understands It And Is Prepared To Meet It. The Drunkard Who Runs, In The Delirium Of Intoxication, Into A Burning House Is Not Brave; He Is Only Stupid. But The Clear-eyed Hero Who Makes His Way, With Every Sense Alert And Every Nerve Strung, Into The Hell Of Flames To Rescue Some Little Child, Proves His Courage.

For Ever So Our Thoughtful Hearts Repeaton Fields Of Triumph Dirges Of Defeat;and Still We Turn On Gala-days To Treadamong The Rustling Memories Of The Dead.

Every Country-or At Least Every Country That Is Fit For Habitation-has Its Own Rivers; And Every River Has Its Own Quality; And It Is The Part Of Wisdom To Know And Love As Many As You Can, Seeing Each In The Fairest Possible Light, And Receiving From Each The Best That It Has To Give.