What Is The Destiny Of

We Will Burn That Bridge When We Come To It.

Happy Is It, Indeed, For Me That My Heart Is Capable Of Feeling The Same Simple And Innocent Pleasure As The Peasant Whose Table Is Covered With Food Of His Own Rearing, And Who Not Only Enjoys His Meal, But Remembers With Delight The Happy Days And Sunny Mornings When He Planted It, The Soft Evenings When He Watered It, And The Pleasure He Experienced In Watching Its Daily Growth.

To Hard Necessity Ones Will And Fancy Must Conform.

Fret Not Over The Irretrievable, But Ever Act As If Thy Life Were Just Begun.

The Woman-soul Leadeth Us Upward And On!