People Demand Freedom Only When They Have

To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach: These Are The Three Great Chords Of Might.

One Half The World Must Sweat And Groan That The Other Half May Dream.

I Love The Season Well When Forest Glades Are Teeming With Bright Forms, Nor Dark And Many-folded Clouds Foretell The Coming Of Storms.

Most People Would Succeed In Small Things If They Were Not Troubled With Great Ambitions.

Ah, The Souls Of Those That Die Are But Sunbeams Lifted Higher.