We Have Two Lives; The Soul Of

Sweet April's Tears, Dead On The Hem Of May.

Some Books Are Drenchèd Sandson Which A Great Soul's Wealth Lies All In Heaps,like A Wrecked Argosy.

To Bring The Best Human Qualities To Anything Like Perfection, To Fill Them With The Sweet Juices Of Courtesy And Charity, Prosperity, Or, At All Events, A Moderate Amount Of It, Is Required,--just As Sunshine Is Needed For The Ripening Of Peaches And Apricots.

The Dead Keep Their Secrets, And In A While We Shall Be As Wise As They - And As Taciturn.

We Are Never Happy; We Can Only Remember That We Were So Once.