Into Each Life Some Rain

Ambition Is So Powerful A Passion In The Human Breast, That However High We Reach We Are Never Satisfied.

There Is No Grief Like The Grief That Does Not Speak.

They Who Go Feel Not The Pain Of Parting; It Is They Who Stay Behind That Suffer.

I See, But Cannot Reach, The Height That Lies Forever In The Light.

After A Day Of Cloud And Wind And Rain Sometimes The Setting Sun Breaks Out Again, And Touching All The Darksome Woods With Light, Smiles On The Fields Until They Laugh And Sing, Then Like A Ruby From The Horizon's Ring, Drops Down Into The Night.