Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

Few Have Greater Riches Than The Joy That Comes To Us In Visions, In Dreams Which Nobody Can Take Away.

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

Courage May Be Taught As A Child Us Taught To Speak.

A Wretched Child Is He Who Does Not Return His Parents' Care.