Ripe In Wisdom Was He,

To Be Strong Is To Be Happy!

The Moon Is Hidden Behind A Cloud... On The Leaves Is A Sound Of Falling Rain... No Other Sounds Than These I Hear; The Hour Of Midnight Must Be Near... So Many Ghosts, And Forms Of Fright, Have Started From Their Graves To-night, They Have Driven Sleep From Mine Eyes Away: I Will Go Down To The Chapel And Pray.

Ambition's Cradle Oftenest Is Its Grave

Thou Shalt Learn The Wisdom Early To Discern True Beauty In Utility.

All That Is Best In The Great Poets Of All Countries Is Not What Is National In Them, But What Is Universal.