One learns more from a good scholar in a rage than from a score of lucid and laborious drudges.

We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same.

All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They.

If any Question why We Died Tell them because our Father's Lied.

Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods