Faces That Have Charmed Us The Most

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

A Sinful Heart Makes Feeble Hand.

One Hour Of Life, Crowded To The Full With Glorious Action, And Filled With Noble Risks, Is Worth Whole Years Of Those Mean Observances Of Paltry Decorum, In Which Men Steal Through Existence, Like Sluggish Waters Through A Marsh, Without Either Honor Or Observation.

There Never Will Exist Anything Permanently Noble And Excellent In The Character Which Is A Stranger To Resolute Self-denial.

Vacant Heart, And Hand, And Eye, Easy Live And Quiet Die.