To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life.

Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; But a greater thing is to fight life through, and at the end, 'The dream is true!'

At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky And flinging the cloud and the towers by, Is a place of central calm: So here in the roar of mortal things, I have a place where my spirit sings, In the hollow of God's Palm.

There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.

Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.

The crest and crowning of all good, life's final star, is Brotherhood.

Fight ever on: this earthly stuff If used God’s way will be enough. Face to the firing line o friend Fight out life’s battle to the end. One soldier, when the fight was red, Threw down his broken sword and fled. Another snatched it, won the day, With what his comrade flung away.