Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

Strong Characters Are Brought Out By Change Of Situation, And Gentle Ones By Permanence.

The Heart Needs Not For Its Heaven Much Space, Nor Many Stars Therein, If Only The Star Of Love Has Arisen.

Every Man Regards His Own Life As The New Year's Eve Of Time.