Know How Sublime A Thing It Is

It Was Autumn, And Incessant Piped The Quails From Shocks And Sheaves, And, Like Living Coals, The Apples Burned Among The Withering Leaves.

The Young May Die, But The Old Must!

There Are Favorable Hours For Reading A Book, As For Writing It.

The Life Of A Man Consists Not In Seeing Visions And In Dreaming Dreams, But In Active Charity And In Willing Service.

Think Not Because No Man Sees, Such Things Will Remain Unseen.