Is All Our Life, Then But A

If You Drink Much From A Bottle Marked 'poison' It Is Certain To Disagree With You Sooner Or Later.

Without A Plan, It Doesn't Matter Which Way You're Going.

Fading, With The Night, The Memory Of A Dead Love, And The Withered Leaves Of A Blighted Hope, And The Sickly Repinings And Moody Regrets That Numb The Best Energies Of The Soul: And Rising, Broadening, Rolling Upward Like A Living Flood, The Manly Resolve, And The Dauntless Will, And The Heavenward Gaze Of Faith-the Substance Of Things Hoped For, The Evidence Of Things Not Seen!

I Can't Go Back To Yesterday - Because I Was A Different Person Then.

The Rule Is, Jam Tomorrow And Jam Yesterday - But Never Jam Today.