Our Deeds Are Like Children That Are

A Man's A Man. But When You See A King, You See The Work Of Many Thousand Men.

Old Men's Eyes Are Like Old Men's Memories; They Are Strongest For Things A Long Way Off.

I Love Not To Be Choked With Other Men's Thoughts.

They The Royal-hearted Women Are Who Nobly Love The Noblest, Yet Have Grace For Needy Suffering Lives In Lowliest Place, Carrying A Choicer Sunlight In Their Smile, The Heavenliest Ray That Pitieth The Vile.

O The Anguish Of That Thought That We Can Never Atone To Our Dead For The Stinted Affection We Gave Them, For The Light Answers We Returned To Their Plaints Or Their Pleadings, For The Little Reverence We Showed To That Sacred Human Soul That Lived So Close To Us, And Was The Divinest Thing God Had Given Us To Know!