Never The Grave Gives Back What It

If You Would Attain To Your Highest, Go Look Upon A Flower;what The Flower Does Willessly, That Do Willingly.

Arrow-swift The Present Sweepeth, And Motionless Forever Stands The Past.

As Soon As I Have Begun To Fear I Have Ceased To Fear.

Not He Who Scorns The Saviour's Yoke Should Wear His Cross Upon The Heart.

Spring Flies, And With It All The Train It Leads; And Flowers, In Fading, Leave Us But Their Seeds.