Gray Hairs Seem To My Fancy Like

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.

Remembrances Last Longer Than Present Realities.

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.

Individuality Is To Be Preserved And Respected Everywhere, As The Root Of Everything Good.

There Are Souls In This World Which Have The Gift Of Finding Joy Everywhere And Of Leaving It Behind Them When They Go.