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But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.



Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

I listened, motionless and still And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.





Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.

That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.


The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away than what it leaves behind.

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.


With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

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