All Your Strength Is In Union, All

My Own Thoughts Are My Companions.

Resolve And Thou Art Free.

The Mind Of The Scholar, If You Would Have It Large And Liberal, Should Come In Contact With Other Minds. It Is Better That His Armor Should Be Somewhat Bruised By Rude Encounters Even, Than Hang Forever Rusting On The Wall.

As I Gaze Upon The Sea! All The Old Romantic Legends, All My Dreams, Come Back To Me.

Be Still, Sad Heart! And Cease Repining; Behind The Clouds Is The Sun Still Shining; Thy Fate Is The Common Fate Of All, Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall