Tell Me Not, In Mournful Numbers, Life

Your Silent Tents Of Green We Deck With Fragrant Flowers; Yours Has The Suffering Been, The Memory Shall Be Ours.

He Spoke Well Who Said That Graves Are The Footprints Of Angels.

Success Is Not Something To Wait For, It Is Something To Work For.

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

There Is No Light In Earth Or Heaven But The Cold Light Of Stars; And The First Watch Of Night Is Given To The Red Planet Mars.