Sound Judgement, With Discernment Is The Best

I Would Rather Die On My Feet Than Live On My Knees.

There Is The Sky, Which Is All Men's Together.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Nothing's As Good As Holding On To Safety.