I Will Be A Man Among Men;

Then Followed That Beautiful Season... Summer.... Filled Was The Air With A Dreamy And Magical Light; And The Landscape Lay As If New Created In All The Freshness Of Childhood.

No Man Is So Poor As That. As Well Might The Mountain Streamlets Say They Have Nothing Worth Giving To The Sea, Because They Are Not Rivers. Give What You Have. To Some One, It May Be Better Than You Dare To Think.

All Things Come Round To Him Who Will But Wait.

The Prayer Of Ajax Was For Light.

There's Nothing Fair Nor Beautiful, But Takes Something From Thee, That Makes It Beautiful.