See Yonder Little Cloud, That, Borne Aloft

In This World A Man Must Either Be Anvil Or Hammer.

If We Love One Another, Nothing, In Truth, Can Harm Us, Whatever Mischances May Happen.

How Absolute And Omnipotent Is The Silence Of Night! And Yet The Stillness Seems Almost Audible! From All The Measureless Depths Of Air Around Us Comes A Half-sound, A Half-whisper, As If We Could Hear The Crumbling And Falling Away Of Earth And All Created Things, In The Great Miracle Of Nature, Decay And Reproduction, Ever Beginning, Never Ending,--the Gradual Lapse And Running Of The Sand In The Great Hour-glass Of Time.

I Cannot Believe Any Man Can Be Perfectly Well In Body, Who Has Much Labor Of The Mind To Perform.

Whatever Poet, Orator, Or Sage May Say Of It, Old Age Is Still Old Age.