Such Phantom Blossoms Palely Shining Over The

It Takes Life To Love Life.

There Is The Silence Of Age, Too Full Of Wisdom For The Tongue To Utter It In Words Intelligible To Those Who Have Not Lived The Great Range Of Life.

The Much-sought Prize Of Eternal Youth Is Just Arrested Growth.

In Time You Shall See Fate Approach Youin The Shape Of Your Own Image In The Mirror;or You Shall Sit Alone By Your Own Hearth,and Suddenly The Chair By You Shall Hold A Guest,and You Shall Know That Guest,and Read The Authentic Message Of His Eyes.

. . . The Weal Of The Race, And The Cause Of Humanity, Here And Now, Are Enough To Give Life Meaning And Death As Well.