Poetry Is The Universal Possession Of Mankind,

Enjoy What You Can, Endure What You Must.

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

We Can Always Redeem The Man Who Aspires And Strives.

Well-mannered Children Could Be Conceived If The Parents Were Well-mannered.

Let Your Trouble Be Light Will Follow Dark Though The Heaven Falls You May Hear The Lark.