Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You

The Coward's Weapon, Poison.

Man Is His Own Star, And The Soul That Can, Render An Honest And A Perfect Man, Commands All Light, All Influence, All Fate: Nothing To Him Falls Early Or Too Late. Our Acts Are Angels Are, For Good Or Ill: Our Fatal Shadows That Walk By Us Still.

Speak Boldly And Speak Truly, Shame The Devil.

Ask How To Live? Write, Write, Write, Anything; The World's A Fine Believing World, Write News.

O Great Corrector Of Enormous Times, Shaker Of O'er-rank States, Thou Grand Decider Of Dusty And Old Titles, That Healest With Blood The Earth When It Is Sick, And Curest The World O' The Pleurisy Of People.