Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Now, God be thanked who has matched us with His hour, / And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping.

We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire.

Most people are stronger than they know. They just forget to believe in it sometimes.

What's more important? What we become or how we become it?