And I Must Bear What

God's Gifts Put Man's Best Dreams To Shame.

Too Much Beauty, I Reckon, Is Nothing But Too Much Sun.

A Child's Kiss Set On Thy Sighing Lips Shall Make Thee Glad; A Poor Man Served By Thee Shall Make Thee Rich; A Sick Man Helped By Thee Shall Make Thee Strong; Thou Shalt Be Served Thyself By Every Sense Of Service Which Thou Renderest.

I Tell You, Hopeless Grief Is Passionless.

All Actual Heroes Are Essential Men, And All Men Possible Heroes.