It Is The Heart And Not The

Midnight! The Outpost Of Advancing Day! The Frontier Town And Citadel Of Night!

Great Is The Art Of Beginning, But Greater Is The Art Of Ending.

Wisely Improve The Present. It Is Thine.

So Nature Deals With Us, And Takes Away Our Playthings One By One, And By The Hand Leads Us To Rest So Gently, That We Go, Scarce Knowing If We Wish To Go Or Stay, Being Too Full Of Sleep To Understand How Far The Unknown Transcends The What We Know.

Often Times We Call A Man [or Woman] Cold When He [or She] Is Only Sad.