Every Man Who Strikes Blows For Power,

Ah! Soul Of Mine! Ah! Soul Of Mine! Thy Sluggish Senses Are But Bars That Stand Between Thee And The Stars, And Shut Thee From The World Divine.

No Man Ever Feels The Restraint Of Law So Long As He Remains Within The Sphere Of His Liberty -- A Sphere, By The Way, Always Large Enough For The Full Exercise Of His Powers And The Supply Of All His Legitimate Wants.

I Have Learned That To Do One's Next Duty Is To Take A Step Toward All That Is Worth Possessing.

The Pleasant Converse Of The Fireside, The Simple Songs Of Home, The Words Of Encouragement As I Bend Over My School-tasks, The Kiss As I Lie Down To Rest, The Patient Bearing With The Freaks Of My Restless Nature, The Gentle Counsels Mingled With Reproofs And Approvals, The Sympathy That Meets And Assuages Every Sorrow, And Sweetens Every Little Success--all These Return To Me Amid The Responsibilities Which Press Upon Me Now, And I Feel As If I Had Once Lived In Heaven, And, Straying, Had Lost My Way.

God Gives Every Bird Its Food, But He Does Not Throw It Into Its Nest.