The Sweetest Joys Of Life Grow In

Know, Thou, That The Lines That Live Are Turned Out Of A Furrowed Brow.

When Among Wild Beasts, If They Menace You, Be A Wild Beast.

But I Shall Follow The Endless, Winding Way, — The Flowing River In The Cave Of Man; Careless Whither I Be Led, Reckless Where I Land.

But Oh! Shipmates! On The Starboard Hand Of Every Woe, There Is A Sure Delight; And Higher The Top Of That Delight, Than The Bottom Of The Woe Is Deep.

Traveling Takes The Ink Out Of One's Pen As Well As The Cash Out Of One's Purse.