It Is Play And Only Play That

What Else Is Chance But The Rude Stone Which Receives Its Life From The Sculptor's Hand? Providence Gives Us Chance, And Man Must Mould It To His Own Designs.

Did You Think The Lion Was Sleeping Because He Didn't Roar?

Many A Smiling Face Hides A Mourning Heart; But Grief Alone Teaches Us What We Are.

As Soon As I Have Begun To Fear I Have Ceased To Fear.

On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.