Virtue Treads Paths That End Not In

It May Be Glorious To Write Thoughts That Shall Glad The Two Or Three High Souls, Like Those Far Stars That Come In Sight Once In A Century.

One Day With Life And Heart Is More Than Time Enough To Find A World.

The Sentimentalist Does Not Think Of What He Does So Much As Of What The World Will Think Of What He Does.

The Green Grass Floweth Like A Stream Into The Oceans's Blue.

They Are Slaves Who Fear To Speak For The Fallen And The Weak; They Are Slaves Who Will Not Choose Hatred, Scoffing, And Abuse, Rather Than In Silence Shrink From The Truth They Needs Must Think; They Are Slaves Who Dare Not Be In The Right With Two Or Three.