The Hero Is Suffered To Be Himself.

Duty Grows Everywhere--like Children, Like Grass.

O Friend, My Bosom Said, Through Thee Alone The Sky Is Arched. Through Thee The Rose Is Red; All Things Through Thee Take Nobler Form, And Look Beyond The Earth, The Mill-round Of Our Fate Appears A Sun-path In Thy Worth. Me Too Thy Nobleness Has Taught To Master My Despair; The Fountains Of My Hidden Life Are Through Thy Friendship Fair.

Courage Is Temperamental, Scientific, Ideal.

That Which Builds Is Better Than That Which Is Built.

It All Begins When The Soul Would Have Its Way With You.