Midnight! The Outpost Of Advancing

I Stay A Little Longer, As One Stays, To Cover Up The Embers That Still Burn.

If We Love One Another, Nothing, In Truth, Can Harm Us, Whatever Mischances May Happen.

Enthusiasm Begets Enthusiasm.

I Venerate Old Age; And I Love Not The Man Who Can Look Without Emotion Upon The Sunset Of Life, When The Dusk Of Evening Begins To Gather Over The Watery Eye, And The Shadows Of Twilight Grow Broader And Deeper Upon The Understanding.

The Human Voice Is The Organ Of The Soul.