That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Today Is The Tomorrow You Worried About Yesterday. Tragedy Isn't Getting Something Or Failure To Get It; It's Losing Something You Already Have. Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

The Man Who Glories In His Luck May Be Overthrown By Destiny.

Noble Fathers Have Noble Children.