Name and fame! to fly sublime Through the courts, the camps, the schools Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied in the hands of fools.

Men may come and men may go but I go on forever.

Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall, He shall not blind his soul with clay.

There's no glory like those who save their country.

Trust me not at all, or all in all.

I am a part of all that I have met.

The mighty hopes that make us men.