Ah, Nothing Is Too Late, Till The

Sorrow And Silence Are Strong, And Patient Endurance Is Godlike.

Sweet April! Many A Thought Is Wedded Unto Thee, As Hearts Are Wed; Nor Shall They Fail, Till, To Its Autumn Brought, Life's Golden Fruit Is Shed.

It Is The Heart And Not The Brain, That To The Highest Doth Attain.

I Will Be A Man Among Men; And No Longer A Dreamer Among Shadows.

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