The Root Of Joy, As Of Duty,

While We've Youth In Our Hearts, We Can Never Grow Old.

Every Man Is An Omnibus In Which His Ancestors Ride.

Reason Means Truth And Those Who Are Not Governed By It Take The Chance That Someday The Sunken Fact Will Rip The Bottom Out Of Their Boat.

Our Dead Brothers And Sisters Still Live For Us And Bid Us Think Of Life, Not Death-of Life To Which In Their Youth They Lent The Passion And Glory Of Spring. As I Listen, The Great Chorus Of Life And Joy Begins Again, And Amid The Awful Orchestra Of Seen And Unseen Powers And Destinies Of Good And Evil, Our Trumpets Sound Once More A Note Of Daring, Hope, And Will.

In Order To Know Whether A Human Being Is Young Or Old, Offer It Food Of Different Kinds At Short Intervals. If Young, It Will Eat Anything At Any Hour Of The Day Or Night.