It Is Not Great, But

The Last, Best Fruit Which Comes To Late Perfection, Even In The Kindliest Soul, Is Tenderness Toward The Hard, Forbearance Toward The Unforbearing, Warmth Of Heart Toward The Cold, Philanthropy Toward The Misanthropic.

A Loving Maiden Grows Unconsciously More Bold.

Courage Consists Not In Blindly Overlooking Danger, But In Seeing It, And Conquering It.

Joy Descends Gently Upon Us Like The Evening Dew, And Does Not Patter Down Like A Hailstorm.

A Sky Full Of Silent Suns.