When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore, He gave his bridle reins a shake, Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love, And adieu for evermore."

Vengeance to God alone belongs; But, when I think of all my wrongs My blood is liquid flame!

My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.

For he that does good, having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he forbears.

For success, attitude is equally as important as ability.

In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest, covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster.