Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night

Fancy Rules Over Two Thirds Of The Universe, The Past, And Future, While Reality Is Confined To The Present

What A Father Says To His Children Is Not Heard By The World, But It Will Be Heard By Posterity.

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.

Variety Of Mere Nothings Gives More Pleasure Than Uniformity Of Something.

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.