The air of summer was sweeter than wine.

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.

Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.

Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand, The friend of every friendless beast.

Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.