Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

Glory To Women! They Weave And Entwine Heavenly Roses Into An Earthly Life.

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

Will It, And Set To Work Briskly.

The Lamp Of Genius Burns Quicker Than The Lamp Of Life.

Every True Genius Is Bound To Be Naive.