Happiness Makes Up In Height For What

Come Grow Old With Me, For The Best Is Yet To Come!

Nor Is There Wanting In The Press Some Spirit To Stand Simply Forth, Heroic In It Nakedness, Against The Uttermost Of Earth. The Tale Of Earth's Unhonored Things Sounds Nobler There Than 'neath The Sun; And The Mind Whirls And The Heart Sings, And A Shout Greets The Daring One.

You Can't Get Too Much Winter In The Winter.

And Nothing To Look Backward To With Pride, And Nothing To Look Forward To With Hope.

Friends Make Pretence Of Following To The Grave But Before One Is In It, Their Minds Are Turned And Making The Best Of Their Way Back To Life And Living People And Things They Understand.