He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.

We are all ruled in what we do by impulses; and these impulses are so organized that our actions in general serve for our self preservation and that of the race.

Not for the flag Of any land because myself was born there Will I give up my life. But I will love that land where man is free, And that will I defend.

And all the loveliest things there be come simply, so it seems to me.

Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, but climb.

I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

Lord I do fear / Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year.