Fame Comes Only When Deserved, And Then

Oh, How Short Are The Days! How Soon The Night Overtakes Us!

Our Ingress Into The World Was Naked And Bare; Our Progress Through The World Is Trouble And Care.

There Are Favorable Hours For Reading A Book, As For Writing It.

The Natural Alone Is Permanent. Fantastic Idols May Be Worshipped For A While; But At Length They Are Overturned By The Continual And Silent Progress Of Truth, As The Grim Statues Of Copan Have Been Pushed From Their Pedestals By The Growth Of Forest-trees, Whose Seeds Were Sown By The Wind In The Ruined Walls.

Gone Are The Birds That Were Our Summer Guests.