The Strength Of Criticism Lies In The

Enjoy The Spring Of Love And Youth, To Some Good Angel Leave The Rest; For Time Will Teach Thee Soon The Truth, There Are No Birds In Last Year's Nest!

Difficulty On The Way To Victory Is Opportunity For God To Work

They, The Holy Ones And Weakly, Who The Cross Of Suffering Bore, Folded Their Pale Hands So Meekly, Spake With Us On Earth No More!

No One Is So Accursed By Fate, No One So Utterly Desolate, But Some Heart Though Unknown Responds Unto His Own.

Every Great Poem Is In Itself Limited By Necessity, But In Its Suggestions Unlimited And Infinite.