Talent Is Nurtured In Solitude; Character Is

Judge A Man's Character By What He Finds Ridiculous.

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

How Often Do I Lull My Seething Blood To Rest, For You Have Never Seen Anything So Unsteady, So Uncertain, As This Heart.

Our Earthly Ball A Peopled Garden.

Tomorrow Sees Undone, What Happens Not To-day; Still Forward Press, Nor Never Tire! The Possible, With Steadfast Trust, Resolve Should Be By The Forelock Grasp. Then She Will Ne'er Let Go Her Clasp, And Labors On, Because She Must.