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All Of Us Have Life; Few Of Us Have An Idea Of It.

The Experiences Show Us Just As We Are; They Make Us See Our Own Defects.

Know'st Thou Yesterday, Its Aim And Reason? Work'st Thou Will Today For Worthier Things? Then Calmly Wait The Morrow's Hidden Season, And Fear Thou Not, What Hap Soe'er It Brings

Alas, That We Should Be So Unwilling To Listen To The Still And Holy Yearnings Of The Heart! A God Whispers Quite Softly In Our Breast, Softly Yet Audibly; Telling Us What We Ought To Seek And What To Shun.

Dream No Small Dreams For They Have No Power To Move The Hearts Of Men.