Still The Race Of Hero Spirits Pass

The Traveler Fancies He Has Seen The Country. So He Has, The Outside Of It At Least; But The Angler Only Sees The Inside. The Angler Only Is Brought Close, Face To Face With The Flower And Bird And Insect Life Of The Rich Riverbanks, The Only Part Of The Landscape Where The Hand Of Man Has Never Interfered.

Love Is Sentimental Measles.

Being Forced To Work, And Forced To Do Your Best, Will Breed In You Temperance And Self-control, Diligence And Strength Of Will, Cheerfulness And Content, And A Hundred Virtues Which The Idle Will Never Know.

For To Be Discontented With The Divine Discontent, And To Be Ashamed With The Noble Shame, Is The Very Germ And First Upgrowth Of All Virtue.

Our Wanton Accidents Take Root, And Grow To Vaunt Themselves God's Laws.