The Lord Who Gave Us Earth And

The Thames Is A Wretched River After The Mersey And The Ships Are Not Like Liverpool Ships And The Docks Are Barren Of Beauty ... It Is A Beastly Hole After Liverpool; For Liverpool Is The Town Of My Heart And I Would Rather Sail A Mudflat There Than Command A Clipper Out Of London

Only The Road And The Dawn, The Sun, The Wind, And The Rain, And The Watch Fire Under Stars, And Sleep, And The Road Again.

The Days That Make Us Happy Make Us Wise

It May Be That We Cease; We Cannot Tell. Even If We Cease, Life Is A Miracle.

Success Is The Brand On The Brow Of The Man Who Aimed Too Low.