Where We Stand Is Not As Important

To Brag Little, To Lose Well, / To Crow Gently If In Luck, / To Pay Up, To Own Up, / To Shut Up If Beaten, / Are The Virtues Of A Sportingman.

The Riders In A Race Do Not Stop When They Reach The Goal. There Is A Little Finishing Canter Before Coming To A Standstill. There Is Time To Hear The Kind Voices Of Friends And Say To Oneself, The Work Is Done.

Most Of The Things We Do, We Do For No Better Reason Than That Our Fathers Have Done Them Or Our Neighbors Do Them, And The Same Is True Of A Larger Part Than What We Suspect Of What We Think.

Young Men Know The Rules, But Old Men Know The Exceptions.

The Foliage Has Been Losing Its Freshness Through The Month Of August, And Here And There A Yellow Leaf Shows Itself Like The First Gray Hair Amidst The Locks Of A Beauty Who Has Seen One Season Too Many.