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We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Figures On A Dial. We Should Count Time By Heart Throbs. He Most Lives Who Thinks Most, Feels The Noblest, Acts The Best.

The Long Days Are No Happier Than The Short Ones.

The World Is A Great Poem, And The World's The Words It Is Writ In, And We Souls The Thoughts.

The Worst Way To Improve The World Is To Condemn It.

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.