It Always Seemed To Me A Sort

We Have No Right To Come Forward And Urge Wider Changes For Good, Until We Have Tried To Alter The Evils Which Lie Under Our Own Hands.

So Our Lives Glide On: The River Ends We Don't Know Where, And The Sea Begins, And Then There Is No More Jumping Ashore.

Our Deeds Still Travel With Us From Afar, And What We Have Been Makes Us What We Are.

Joy Is The Best Of Wine.

The Important Work Of Moving The World Forward Does Not Wait To Be Done By Perfect Men.