The Power That Keeps Cities Of Men

Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That Wakes The Heart Of Joy.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm; Great Good Fortune Comes To Failure In The End. All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes; To Persevere, Trusting In What Hopes He Has, Is Courage In A Man. The Coward Despairs.

I Hate It In Friends When They Come Too Late To Help.

'twas But My Tongue, 'twas Not My Soul That Swore.

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.