Life Is As Serious A Thing As

Youth Might Be Wise; We Suffer Less From Pains Than Pleasures.

It Is Sad To See The Light Of Beauty Wane Away, Know Eyes Are Dimming, Bosoms Shrivelling, Feet Losing Their Springs, And Limbs Their Lily Roundness; But It Is Worse To Feel The Heart-spring Gone, To Lose Hope, Care Not For The Coming Thing, And Feel All Things Go To Decay Within Us.

What Men Call Accident Is God's Own Part.

The Heart Is Its Own Fate.

All Are Of The Race Of God, And Have In Themselves Good.