Through Woods And Mountain Passes The Winds,

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.

Mercy More Becomes A Magistrate Than The Vindictive Wrath Which Men Call Justice.

The Everyday Cares And Duties, Which Men Call Drudgery, Are The Weights And Counterpoises Of The Clock Of Time, Giving Its Pendulum A True Vibration And Its Hands A Regular Motion; And When They Cease To Hang Upon Its Wheels, The Pendulum No Longer Swings, The Hands No Longer Move The Clock Stands Still.

Youth Comes But Once In A Lifetime.

When One Is Truly In Love, One Not Only Says It, But Shows It.