Man Has Here Two And A Half

Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.

Two Aged Men, That Had Been Foes For Life, Met By A Grave, And Wept - And In Those Tears They Washed Away The Memory Of Their Strife; Then Wept Again The Loss Of All Those Years.

As Winter Strips The Leaves From Around Us, So That We May See The Distant Regions They Formerly Concealed, So Old Age Takes Away Our Enjoyments Only To Enlarge The Prospect Of The Coming Eternity.

Each Departed Friend Is A Magnet That Attracts Us To The Next World.

Education Should Bring To Light The Ideal Of The Individual.