Look Upon The Errors Of

I Will Be A Man Among Men; And No Longer A Dreamer Among Shadows.

In Old Age Our Bodies Are Worn-out Instruments, On Which The Soul Tries In Vain To Play The Melodies Of Youth. But Because The Instrument Has Lost Its Strings, Or Is Out Of Tune, It Does Not Follow That The Musician Has Lost His Skill.

The Sky Is Filled With Stars, Invisible By Day.

Something The Heart Must Have To Cherish, Must Love And Joy And Sorrow Learn; Something With Passion Clasp, Or Perish And In Itself To Ashes Burn.

To Be Strong Is To Be Happy!