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And Where The Deepest Current Crawls/ Like Thistledown The Dainty Fly Falls./ Then From The Depths A Silver Gleam/ Quick Flashes, Like A Jewel Bright./ Up Through The Waters Of The Stream/ An Instant Visible To Sight/ As Lightning Cleaves To Sombre Sky/ A Rainbow Rises To The Fly.

Wise Men Never Grow Up; Indeed, They Grow Younger, For They Lose The Appalling Worldly Wisdom Of Youth.

"what Would You Call The Highest Happiness, Lewie?" He Asked. "the Sense Of Competence," Was The Answer, Given Without Hesitation.

Young Girls Passed Me With Romance Still In Their Eyes, And Others, A Little Older, With The Romance Dead.

I Believe That All Wisdom Consists In Caring Immensely For A Few Right Things, And Not Caring A Straw About The Rest.