Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young. John Greenleaf Whittier

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

The smile of God is victory.