A Peaceful Man Must Fight

A Little While The Rose, And After That The Thorn; An Hour Of Dewy Morn, And Then The Glamour Goes. Ah, Love In Beauty Born, A Little While The Rose!

There Is A Loftier Ambition Than Merely To Stand High In The World. It Is To Stoop Down And Lift Mankind A Little Higher.

A Friend Is What The Heart Needs All The Time.

Lord, When My Spirit Shall Return To Thee, At The Foot Of A Friendly Tree Let My Body Be Buried, That This Dust May Rise And Rejoice Among The Branches.

He That Planteth A Tree Is A Servant Of God, He Provideth A Kindness For Many Generations, And Faces That He Hath Not Seen Shall Bless Him.