The Fireflies O'er The Meadow In Pulses

Ah, Men Do Not Know How Much Strength Is In Poise, That He Goes The Farthest Who Goes Far Enough.

There Comes Emerson First, Whose Rich Words, Every One, Are Like Gold Nails In Temples To Hang Trophies On.

Most Long Lives Resemble Those Threads Of Gossamer, The Nearest Approach To Nothing Unmeaningly Prolonged, Scarce Visible Pathways Of Some Worm From His Cradle To His Grave.

To Be Young Is Surely The Best, If The Most Precarious, Gift Of Life.

One Day With Life And Heart Is More Than Time Enough To Find A World.