Even Goats May Have Starlight In Their

And Each Forgets, As He Strips And Runs With A Brilliant, Fitful Pace, It's The Steady, Quiet, Plodding Ones Who Win In The Lifelong Race. And Each Forgets That His Youth Has Fled, Forgets That His Prime Is Past, Till He Stands One Day, With A Hope That's Dead, In The Glare Of The Truth At Last.

Avoid Extremes: Be Moderate In Saving And In Spending; An Equable And Easy Gait Will Win An Easy Ending.

The Lonely Sunsets Flare Forlorn Down Valleys Dreadly Desolate; The Lonely Mountains Soar In Scorn As Still As Death, As Stern As Fate.

Be Sure Your Wisest Words Are Those You Do Not Say.

Ah! The Clock Is Always Slow; It Is Later Than You Think.