I Make Presents To The Mother But

What I Possess, Seems Far Away To Me, And What Is Gone Becomes Reality.

What Is The Universal? The Single Case. What Is The Particular? Millions Of Cases.

Enjoy What You Can, Endure What You Must.

People Will Allow Their Faults To Be Shown Them; They Will Let Themselves Be Punished For Them; They Will Patiently Endure Many Things Because Of Them; They Only Become Impatient When They Have To Lay Them Aside.

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!