The Wealth That Cannot Be Administered Is

The Flowers Of Life Are But Illusions. How Many Fade Away And Leave No Trace.

To Like Things Like, Whatever One May Ail; There Is Certain Help.

On All The Peaks Lies Peace.

Lose This Day Loitering 'twill Be The Same Old Story, Tomorrow And The Next, Even More Dilatory. Whatever You Would Do, Or Dream Of Doing, Begin It! Boldness Has Power, Genius, And Magic In It. Begin It Now.

The Finished Man, You Know, Is Difficult To Please; A Growing Mind Will Ever Show You Gratitude. --faust 1, Lines 182-3