All Things Must Change To Something New,

Were A Star Quenched On High,for Ages Would Its Light,still Travelling Downward From The Sky,shine On Our Mortal Sight. So When A Great Man Dies,for Years Beyond Our Ken,the Light He Leaves Behind Him Liesupon The Paths Of Men.

The Talent Of Success Is Nothing More Than Doing What You Can Do, Well.

There Is Nothing Perfectly Secure But Poverty.

Between The Dark And The Daylight, When The Night Is Beginning To Lower, Comes A Pause In The Day's Occupations, That Is Known As The Children's Hour.

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.