Edwin Markham

He drew a circle that shut me out-Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout.But love and I had the wit to win:We drew a circle and took him In !From the poem " Outwitted

He fed his spirit with the bread of books

There is a destiny which makes us brothers none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.

It is better to rust out than wear out.

The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star, is brotherhood.

It is doubtless true that men are bad because they are unhappy. If anyone could give them real happiness, the happiness of brotherhood, they would all want to live the true and brotherly life.

Fight ever on: this earthly stuff If used God__ way will be enough. Face to the firing line o friendFight out life__ battle to the end. One soldier, when the fight was red,Threw down his broken sword and fled.Another snatched it, won the day, With what his comrade flung away.

Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.

Oft when the white still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

Whoever falls from God's right hand is caught into His left.

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory let us now commit it to life.

Choices are the hinges of destiny.

The crest and crowning of all good Life's final star is Brotherhood.