The Victory's In Believing.

It Is By Presence Of Mind In Untried Emergencies That The Native Metal Of Man Is Tested.

The Quiet Tenderness Of Chaucer, Where You Almost Seem To Hear The Hot Tears Falling, And The Simple Choking Words Sobbed Out.

Large Charity Doth Never Soil, But Only Whitens Soft White Hands.

A Profound Common Sense Is The Best Genius For Statesmanship.

This Goin' Ware Glory Waits Ye Haint One Agreeable Feetur.