The Sweetest Joys Of Life Grow In

Youth Is Immortal; Tis The Elderly Only Grow Old!

The Easiest Way Of Life Is The Best.

We Are Not A Nation, So Much As A World; For Unless We Claim All The World For Our Sire, Like Melchisedec, We Are Without Father Or Mother.

All Round And Round Does The World Lie As In A Sharp-shooter's Ambush, To Pick Off The Beautiful Illusions Of Youth, By The Pitiless Cracking Rifles Of The Realities Of Age.

It Is Hard To Be Finite Upon An Infinite Subject, And All Subjects Are Infinite.