World's use is cold, world's love is vain, world's cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.

Children use the fist until they are of age to use the brain.

Never say No when the world says Aye.

My future will not copy my fair past, I wrote that once. And, thinking at my side my ministering life-angel justified the word by his appealing look upcast to the white throne of God.

He who breathes deepest lives most.

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.

I worked with patience which means almost power.