It Is Not The Mere

Most Gladly Would I Give The Blood-stained Laurel For The First Violet Which March Brings Us, The Fragrant Pledge Of The New-fledged Year.

The Key To Education Is The Experience Of Beauty.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature.

Without A Home Must The Soldier Go, A Changeful Wanderer, And Can Warm Himself At No Home-lit Hearth.

O That It Might Remain Eternally Green, The Beautiful Time Of Youthful Love.