None But The Brave And Beautiful Can

Fine Thoughts Are Wealth, For The Right Use Of Which Men Are And Ought To Be Accountable,-- If Not To Thee, To Those They Influence.

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

I Run The Gauntlet Of A File Of Doubts, Each One Of Which Down Hurls Me To The Ground.

There Is No Disappointment We Endure One-half So Great As What We Are To Ourselves.