And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult.

When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself.

The intellect of man is forced to choose Perfection of the life, or of the work And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.

Many times man lives and dies between his two eternities: that of race and that of Soul... A brief parting from those dear is the worst man has to fear... Though grave diggers' toil is long... They but thrust their buried men back in the human mind again.

When two close kindred meet What better than call a dance?.