Great Men Stand Like Solitary Towers In

Ripe In Wisdom Was He, But Patient, And Simple, And Childlike.

Time Has Laid His Hand Upon My Heart, Gently, Not Smiting It, But As A Harper Lays His Open Palm Upon His Harp, To Deaden Its Vibrations.

He That Respects Himself Is Safe From Others. He Wears A Coat Of Mail That None Can Pierce.

Fame Comes Only When Deserved, And Then Is As Inevitable As Destiny, For It Is Destiny.

The Star Of The Unconquered Will, He Rises In My Breast, Serene, And Resolute, And Still, And Calm, And Self-possessed.