For Love Is Heaven And Heaven Is

Without Courage There Cannot Be Truth, And Without Truth There Can Be No Other Virtue.

The Way Was Long, The Wind Was Cold, The Minstrel Was Infirm And Old; His Withered Cheek, And Tresses Gray, Seemed To Have Know A Better Day.

It 's No Fish Ye 're Buying, It 's Men's Lives.

To The Timid And Hesitating Everything Is Impossible Because It Seems So.

We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth Most When It Is Most Trampled On.