But He Has Gone, A Nation's Memory

Success Is The Brand On The Brow Of The Man Who Aimed Too Low.

The Three Foundations Of Judgement: Bold Design, Constant Practice, And Frequent Mistakes.

And May We Find When Ended Is The Page, Death But A Tavern On Our Pilgrimage.

I Have Seen Flowers Come In Stony Places And Kind Things Done By Men With Ugly Faces, And The Gold Cup Won By The Worst Horse At The Races, So I Trust, Too.

I Hold That When A Person Dies / His Soul Returns Again To Earth; / Arrayed In Some New Flesh Disguise / Another Mother Gives Him Birth / With Sturdier Limbs And Brighter Brain.