Our Test Of Truth Is

Young Men Know The Rules, But Old Men Know The Exceptions.

But I Have Long Thought That If You Knew A Column Of Advertisements By Heart, You Could Achieve Unexpected Felicities With Them. You Can Get A Happy Quotation Anywhere If You Have The Eye.

If You Don't Know What You Want, You Will Probably Never Get It.

To Be Forgotten Is To Sleep In Peace With The Undisturbed Myriads, No Longer Subject To The Chills And Heats, The Blasts, The Sleet, The Dust, Which Assail In Endless Succession That Shadow Of A Man Which We Call His Reputation.

Our Dead Brothers And Sisters Still Live For Us And Bid Us Think Of Life, Not Death-of Life To Which In Their Youth They Lent The Passion And Glory Of Spring. As I Listen, The Great Chorus Of Life And Joy Begins Again, And Amid The Awful Orchestra Of Seen And Unseen Powers And Destinies Of Good And Evil, Our Trumpets Sound Once More A Note Of Daring, Hope, And Will.