To Save All We Must Risk All.

Cling To Thy Native Land, For It Is The Land Of Thy Fathers?

Every Man Stamps His Value On Himself... Man Is Made Great Or Small By His Own Will.

Man Ever Talks, And Man Ever Dreams Of Better Days That Are Yet To Be, After Glittering Goal, That Distant Gleams, Running And Racing Untiringly. The Worldly May Grow Old And Young As It Will, But The Hope Of Man Is Improvement Still. Hope Bears Him Into Life In Her Arms, She Flutters Around The Boy's Young Bloom, The Soul Of Youth With Her Magic Warms, Nor Rests With Age In The Silent Tomb; For Ends Man His Weary Course At The Grave, There Plants He Hope O'er His Ashes To Wave.

Have Faith. Where'er Thy Bark Is Driven, - The Calm's Disport, The Tempest's Mirth, - Know This: God Rules The Hosts Of Heaven, The Habitants Of Earth.

We Can Never Replace A Friend. When A Man Is Fortunate Enough To Have Several, He Finds They Are All Different. No One Has A Double In Friendship.