In The Long Run Men Hit Only

To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach: These Are The Three Great Chords Of Might.

The Human Voice Is The Organ Of The Soul.

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will.

No Tears Dim The Sweet Look That Nature Wears.

I Love The Season Well When Forest Glades Are Teeming With Bright Forms, Nor Dark And Many-folded Clouds Foretell The Coming Of Storms.