Recollection Is The Only Paradise From Which

Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

Despair Is The Only Genuine Atheism.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

In Science The New Is An Advance; But In Morals, As Contradicting Our Inner Ideals And Historic Idols, It Is Ever A Retrogression.

Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not Backward But Onward, Downward Forever.