Violet! Sweet Violet! Thine Eyes Are Full

To Be Young Is Surely The Best, If The Most Precarious, Gift Of Life.

There Are Two Kinds Of Genius. The First And Highest May Be Said To Speak Out Of The Eternal To The Present, And Must Compel Its Age To Understand It; The Second Understands Its Age, And Tells It What It Wishes To Be Told.

Incredulity Robs Us Of Many Pleasures, And Gives Us Nothing In Return.

He Gives Only The Worthless Gold Who Gives From A Sense Of Duty.

Wut 's Words To Them Whose Faith An' Truth On War's Red Techstone Rang True Metal; Who Ventered Life An' Love An' Youth For The Gret Prize O' Death In Battle?