The Atmosphere Breathes Rest And Comfort, And

For Next To Being A Great Poet Is The Power Of Understanding One.

In The Long Run Men Hit Only What They Aim At.

Alas! It Is Not Till Time, With Reckless Hand, Has Torn Out Half The Leaves From The Book Of Human Life To Light The Fires Of Passion With From Day To Day, That Man Begins To See That The Leaves Which Remain Are Few In Number.

The Great Tragedy Of The Average Man Is That He Goes To His Grave With His Music Still In Him.

Quotes About Life Tell Me Not, In Mournful Numbers, Life Is But An Empty Dream! For The Soul Is Dead That Slumbers, And Things Are Not What They Seem. Life Is Real! Life Is Earnest! And The Grave Is Not Its Goal; Dust Thou Art; To Dust Returnest, Was Not Spoken Of The Soul.