Fate Loves The Fearless.

Who Knows Whither The Clouds Have Fled? In The Unscarred Heaven They Leave No Wake; And The Eyes Forget The Tears They Have Shed, The Heart Forgets Its Sorrow And Ache.

One Thorn Of Experience Is Worth A Whole Wilderness Of Warning.

The Ash Her Purple Drops Forgivingly And Sadly, Breaking Not The General Hush; The Maple Swamps Glow Like A Sunset Sea, Each Leaf A Ripple With Its Separate Flush; All Round The Wood's Edge Creeps The Skirting Blaze, Ere The Rain Falls, The Cautious Farmer Burns His Brush.

It Is Curious How Tyrannical The Habit Of Reading Is...

In The Scale Of The Destinies, Brawn Will Never Weigh So Mach As Brain.