Riches Are Chiefly Good Because They Give

All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.

Go Where Glory Waits Thee! But While Fame Elates Thee, Oh, Still Remember Me!

And The Tear That We Shed, Though In Secret It Rolls, Shall Long Keep His Memory Green In Our Souls.

No One Ever Regarded The First Of January With Indifference. It Is That From Which All Date Their Time, And Count Upon What Is Left. It Is The Nativity Of Our Common Adam.

How Sickness Enlarges The Dimension Of A Man’s Self To Himself!