Many A Treasure Besides Ali Baba's Is

What We Do Belongs To What We Are; And What We Are Is What Becomes Of Us.

Oh, It's Home Again And Home Again, America For Me! I Want A Ship That's Westward Bound To Plough The Rolling Sea To The Blessed Land Of Room Enough Beyond The Ocean Bars, Where The Air Is Full Of Sunlight And The Flag Is Full Of Stars.

Those Who Would See Wonderful Things Must Often Be Ready To Travel Alone.

If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence. To Break The Endless Song.

Some Succeed Because They Are Destined To, But Most Succeed Because They Are Determined To.