Never Brag, Never Bluster, Never Blush.

But What If I Fail Of My Purpose Here? It Is But To Keep The Nerves At Strain, To Dry One's Eyes And Laugh At A Fall, And Baffled, Get Up And Begin Again.

Never Brag, Never Bluster, Never Blush.

And Inasmuch As Feeling, The East's Gift, Is Quick And Transient,- Comes, And Lo! Is Gone, While Northern Thought Is Slow And Durable.

I Think, Am Sure, A Brother's Love Exceeds All The World's Loves In Its Unworldliness.

When Is Man Strong Until He Feels Alone?