Love Is Our Highest Word And The

I Am Old, Yet I Look At Wise Men And See That I Am Very Young. I Look Over Those Stars Yonder, And Into The Myriads Of The Aspirant And Ordered Souls, And See I Am A Stranger And A Youth And Have Yet My Spurs To Win. Too Ridiculous Are These Airs Of Age.

Good Bye, Proud World! I'm Going Home; Thou Art Not My Friend, And I'm Not Thine

Be A Football To Time And Chance, The More Kicks, The Better, So That You Inspect The Whole Game And Know Its Utmost Law.

A Friend Is The Hope Of The Heart.

A Sage Is The Instructor Of A Hundred Ages.