Even In Dreams Doing Good Is Not

Our Treasures Trifles Seem, And All Our Life Is Dreaming, And The Dreams Themselves Are Dreams.

Great Events Have Sent Before Them Their Announcements.

No Windows Give A Better View Than Those A Man Brings With Him In His Head, Not Asking For Tickets Of Admission, Since At All Functions, Festivals, Or Feasts He Looks Out With The Same Nice Self-composure.

For Even In Dreams A Good Deed Is Not Lost.

All Must Yield To The Weight Of Years; Conquest Is Not Difficult For Time.