“We go,” they say, “to those who mope,

Who look on life dejected,

Who weakly say ‘good-bye’ to hope,

We go where we’re expected.”

—Francis J. Allison.

“Bring me men to match my mountains,

Bring me men to match my plains;

Men with empires in their purpose

And new eras in their brains.”

“Who will remember that skies are gray