What Do I Owe My Father? Everything!

Oh, It's Home Again And Home Again, America For Me! I Want A Ship That's Westward Bound To Plough The Rolling Sea To The Blessed Land Of Room Enough Beyond The Ocean Bars, Where The Air Is Full Of Sunlight And The Flag Is Full Of Stars.

A Tear That Trembles For A Little While Upon The Trembling Eyelid, Till The World Wavers Within Its Circle Like A Dream, Holds More Of Meaning In Its Narrow Orb Than All The Distant Landscape That It Blurs.

But This I Know. Those Who Seek Him Will Do Well To Look Among The Poor And The Lowly, The Sorrowful And The Oppressed.

There Is No Personal Charm So Great As The Charm Of A Cheerful Temperament.

Culture Is The Habit Of Being Pleased With The Best And Knowing Why.