Not Suffering, But Faint Heart, Is Worst

Each Day The World Is Born Anew For Him Who Takes It Rightly.

Attention Is The Stuff That Memory Is Made Of, And Memory Is Accumulated Genius.

Praise Follows Truth Afar Off, And Only Overtakes Her At The Grave; Plausibility Clings To Her Skirts And Holds Her Back Till Then

As Life Runs On, The Road Grows Strange With Faces New - And Near The End. The Milestones Into Headstones Change, Neath Every One A Friend.

Incredulity Robs Us Of Many Pleasures, And Gives Us Nothing In Return.