Some People Always Sigh In Thanking God.

The Beautiful Seems Right By Force Of Beauty And The Feeble Wrong Because Of Weakness.

Many A Crown Covers Bald Foreheads.

Experience, Like A Pale Musician, Holds A Dulcimer Of Patience In His Hand.

The Greeks Said Grandly In Their Tragic Phrase, 'let No One Be Called Happy Till His Death;' To Which I Would Add, 'let No One, Till His Death, Be Called Unhappy.'

We All Have Known Good Critics, Who Have Stamped Out Poet's Hopes; Good Statesmen, Who Pulled Ruin On The State; Good Patriots, Who, For A Theory, Risked A Cause; Good Kings, Who Disemboweled For A Tax; Good Popes, Who Brought All Good To Jeopardy; Good Christians, Who Sat Still In Easy-chairs; And Damned The General World For Standing Up. Now, May The Good God Pardon All Good Men!