In the long run men hit only what they aim at.

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning!

Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.

A boy's will is the wind's will.