Lonely as God, and white as a winter moon, Mount Shasta starts up sudden and solitary from the heart of the great black forests of Northern California

In men whom men condemn as ill I find so much of goodness still, In men whom men pronounce divine I find so much of sin and blot, I do not dare to draw a line Between the two, where God has not.

UNDER THE STORM AND THE CLOUD TODAY, AND TODAY THE HARD PERIL AND PAIN - TOMORROW THE STONE WILL BE ROLLED AWAY, FOR THE SUNSHINE SHALL FOLLOW THE RAIN

All honor to him who shall win the prize. The world has cried for a thousand years. But to him who tries and fails and dies, I give great honor and glory and tears.

The bravest battle that ever was fought; Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not; It was fought by the mothers of men.

Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!

Fame lulls the fever of the soul, and makes Us feel that we have grasp'd an immortality.

He gives twice who gives quickly. credited to Publius Syrus Mimus.

Men lie, who lack courage to tell truth--the cowards!

The soul that feeds on books alone -- I count that soul exceeding small That lives alone by book and creed, -- A soul that has not learned to read.