It Is Said, That No One Is

Beware Of Dissipating Your Powers; Strive Constantly To Concentrate Them.

Life Teaches Us To Be Less Harsh With Ourselves And With Others.

Rash Combat Oft Immortalizes Man; If He Should Fall, He Is Renowned In Song; But After-ages Reckon Not The Ceaseless Tears Which The Forsaken Woman Sheds. Poets Tell Us Not Of The Many Nights Consumed In Weeping, Or Of The Dreary Days Wherein Her Anguished Soul Vainly Yearns To Call Her Loved One Back.

If The Whole World I Once Could See On Free Soil Stand, With The People Free Then To The Moment Might I Say, Linger Awhile. . .so Fair Thou Art.

If You Live Criticizing People, You Won't Have Time To Love Them.