Softly The Evening Came /with The Sunset/.

No Man Is So Poor As That. As Well Might The Mountain Streamlets Say They Have Nothing Worth Giving To The Sea, Because They Are Not Rivers. Give What You Have. To Some One, It May Be Better Than You Dare To Think.

Thus, Seamed With Many Scars Bursting These Prison Bars, Up To Its Native Stars My Soul Ascended! There From The Flowing Bowl Deep Drinks The Warrior's Soul, Skoal! To The Northland! Skoal! Thus The Tale Ended.

Sometimes We May Learn More From A Man's Errors, Than From His Virtues.

Age Is Opportunity No Less Than Youth Itself.

Music Is The Universal Language Of Mankind.