The Best Thing One Can

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

I Know Not How It Is, But During A Voyage I Collect Books As A Ship Does Barnacles.

Art Is Long, And Time Is Fleeting, And Our Hearts, Though Stout And Brave, Still, Like Muffled Drums, Are Beating Funeral Marches To The Grave.

A Lady With A Lamp Shall Stand In The Great History Of The Land, A Noble Type Of Good, Heroic Womanhood.

The Low Desire, The Base Design That Makes Another's Virtues Less.