Alas! Sorrow From Happiness Is Oft Evolved.

Yet Here I Stand Poor Fool What More, Not One Wit Wiser Than Before.

What Is The True Test Of Character Unless It Be Its Progressive Development In The Bustle And Turmoil, In The Action And Reaction Of Daily Life.

For Just When Ideas Fail, A Word Comes In To Save The Situation.

Our Wishes Are Presentiments Of The Abilities That Lie In Us, Harbingers Of What We Will Be Able To Accomplish.

On Every Mountain Height Is Rest.