“Bid me run, and I will strive with things impossible.”

“...she bid me to look out on the lawn at the leper girls who were running on lame feet, playing croquet with crippled hands."There is beauty," she said, "in the least beautiful of things.”

“A romantic striving for an impossible ideal.”

“Where's the king?Gent.Contending with the fretful elements;Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea,Or swell the curled waters 'bove the main,That things might change or cease; tears his white hair,Which the impetuous blasts, with eyeless rage,Catch in their fury and make nothing of;Strives in his little world of man to outscornThe to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain.This night, wherein the cub-drawn bear would couch,The lion and the belly-pinched wolfKeep their fur dry, unbonneted he runs,And bids what will take all.”

“Strive to infinity, for no thing is impossible. The world is at your feet, and to accomplish your dreams takes nothing but a pocket full of determination and maybe a few coffee's...”

“Run, John, and work, the law commands,Yet give me neither feet nor hand.Much better new the Gospel brings:It bids me fly and gives me winds.”