God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.

A minute of success pays for years of failure.

Graved inside of it, "Italy".

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.

If all the world is a stage and life is just a play upon it, get me two seats in the stalls.