Death! It Is Rest To The Aged,

Could We See When And Where We Are To Meet Again, We Would Be More Tender When We Bid Our Friends Goodbye.

Indifference Is The Invisible Giant Of The World.

The Song That We Hear With Our Ears Is Only The Song That Is Sung In Our Hearts.

Men Are Always Optimists When They Look Inwards, And Pessimists When They Look Round Them.

Coleridge Cried; "o God, How Glorious It Is To Live!" Renan Asks, "o God, When Will It Be Worth While To Live?" In Nature We Echo The Poet; In The World We Echo The Thinker.