That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should >>
Truth lies within ourselves: it takes no rise from outward things, wha >>
The grand perhaps! We look on helplessly, there the old misgivings, cr >>
This is the test of your manhood: How much is there left in you after >>
All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them. >>
True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher. >>
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph,