Fate Tried To Conceal Him By Naming

Nothing Can Be So Perfect While We Possess It As It Will Seem When Remembered.

To Us Who Remain Behind Is Left This Day Of Memories. Every Year--in The Full Tide Of Spring, At The Height Of The Symphony Of Flowers And Love And Life--there Comes A Pause, And Through The Silence We Hear The Lonely Pipe Of Death.

The Life Of The Law Has Not Been Logic; It Has Been Experience.

Certitude Is Not The Test Of Certainty.

For Him In Vain The Envious Seasons Roll Who Bears Eternal Summer In His Soul.