There Is A Spectacle More Grand Than

Success Is A Very Hideous Thing. Its False Resemblance To Merit Deceives Men.

Who Among Us Has Not Sought Peace In A Song?

The Realities Of Life Do Not Allow Themselves To Be Forgotten.

I Tried. But I Feel That I Haven't Given Utterance To The Thousandth Part Of What Lies Within Me. When I Go To The Grave I Can Say As Others Have Said, "i Have Finished My Day's Work." But I Cannot Say, "i Have Finished My Life." My Day's Work Will Begin Again The Next Morning. The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley; It Is A Thoroughfare. It Closes On The Twilight, But Opens On The Dawn.

In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath Lurk Germs Of Death.