Night And The Day, When United, Bring

Great Griefs Exhaust. They Discourage Us With Life. The Man Into Whom They Enter Feels Something Taken From Him. In Youth, Their Visit Is Sad; Later On, It Is Ominous.

For Sight Is Woman-like And Shuns The Old.

There Is A Material Advancement; We Desire It. There Is, Also, A Moral Grandeur; We Hold Fast To It.

There Are Many Tongues To Talk, And But Few Heads To Think.

God Knows Better Than We Do What We Need.