Mountains Of Gold Would Not Seduce Some

A Library Is But The Soul's Burying Ground. It Is A Land Of Shadows.

Flowers May Beckon Todwards Us, But They Speak Todward Heaven And God.

We Have The Promises Of God As Thick As Daisies In Summer Meadows, That Death, Which Men Most Fear, Shall Be To Us The Most Blessed Of Experiences, If We Trust In Him. Death Is Unclasping; Joy, Breaking Out In The Desert; The Heart, Come To Its Blossoming Time! Do We Call It Dying When The Bud Bursts Into Flower?

October Is Nature's Funeral Month. Nature Glories In Death More Than In Life. The Month Of Departure Is More Beautiful Than The Month Of Coming - October Than May. Every Green Thin Loves To Die In Bright Colors.

Victories That Come Cheap Are Cheap. Those Only Are Worth Having Which Come As The Result Of Hard Fighting.