There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

Every man has his secret sorrows.

You would attain to the divine perfection.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Autumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.