The Sunshine Fails, The Shadows Grow More

If You Would Hit The Mark, You Must Aim A Little Above It.

In This World A Man Must Either Be Anvil Or Hammer.

Like Black Hulks The Shadows Of The Great Trees Ride At Anchor On The Billowy Sea Of Grass.

In The Mouths Of Many Men Soft Words Are Like Roses That Soldiers Put Into The Muzzles Of Their Muskets On Holidays.

No Tears Dim The Sweet Look That Nature Wears.