A Good Action Is Never Lost; It

Our Treasures Trifles Seem, And All Our Life Is Dreaming, And The Dreams Themselves Are Dreams.

Grief Has Been Compared To A Hydra; For Every One That Dies, Two Are Born.

And Yet, And Yet, In These Our Ghostly Lives, Half Night, Half Day, Half Sleeping, Half Awake, How If Our Waking Life, Like That Of Sleep, Be All A Dream In That Eternal Life To Which We Wake Not Till We Sleep In Death

Great Events Have Sent Before Them Their Announcements.

Even In Dreams Doing Good Is Not Wasted.