A Peaceful Man Must Fight For That

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.

The First Day Of Spring Is One Thing, And The First Spring Day Is Another. The Difference Between Them Is Sometimes As Great As A Month.

A Tear That Trembles For A Little While Upon The Trembling Eyelid, Till The World Wavers Within Its Circle Like A Dream, Holds More Of Meaning In Its Narrow Orb Than All The Distant Landscape That It Blurs.

What Is Fortune, What Is Fame? Futile Gold And Phantom Name- Riches Buried In A Cave, Glory Written On A Grave.

There Is Only One Way To Get Ready For Immortality, And That Is To Love This Life And Live It As Bravely And Faithfully And Cheerfully As We Can.