Now To Rivulets From The Mountains Point

In Youth All Doors Open Outward; In Old Age All Open Inward.

Talk Not Of Wasted Affection - Affection Never Was Wasted.

How Beautiful The Silent Hour, When Morning And Evening Thus Sit Together, Hand In Hand, Beneath The Starless Sky Of Midnight!

Time Has A Doomsday Book, Upon Whose Pages He Is Continually Recording Illustrious Names. But As Often As A New Name Is Written There, An Old One Disappears. Only A Few Stand In Illuminated Characters Never To Be Effaced.

Look Not Mournfully Into The Past. It Comes Not Back Again.