Life Is Not Measured By The Time

A Great Lie Is Like A Great Fish On Dry Land; It May Fret And Fling And Make A Frightful Bother, But It Cannot Hurt You. You Have Only To Keep Still, And It Will Die Of Itself.

In Idle Wishes, Fools Supinely Stay. Be There A Will And Wisdom Finds A Way.

Virtues Neglected Then, Adored Become, And Graces Slighted, Blossom On The Tomb.

There Is No Mind So Weak And Powerless As Not To Have Its Inclinations, And None So Guarded As To Be Without Its Prepossessions.

Experience Finds Few Of The Scenes That Lively Hope Designs.