Poetry Is The Utterance Of Deep And

Tomorrow May Never Come To Us. We Do Not Live In Tomorrow. We Cannot Find It In Any Of Our Title-deeds. The Man Who Owns Whole Blocks Of Real Estate, And Great Ships On The Sea, Does Not Own A Single Minute Of Tomorrow. Tomorrow! It Is A Mysterious Possibility, Not Yet Born. It Lies Under The Seal Of Midnight-behind The Veil Of Glittering Constellations.

Tribulation Will Not Hurt You, Unless As It Too Often Does; It Hardens You And Makes You Sour, Narrow And Skeptical

No Man Knows The Genuineness Of His Convictions Until He Has Sacrificed Something For Them.

Certainly, Truth Should Be Strenuous And Bold; But The Strongest Things Are Not Always The Noisiest, As Any One May See Who Compares Scolding With Logic.

No Great Truth Bursts Upon Man Without Having Its Hemisphere Of Darkness And Sorrow.