Youth Is A Season That

Childhood, Whose Very Happiness Is Love.

So Much To Win, So Much To Lose, No Marvel That I Fear To Choose.

That Which Is Always Within Our Reach, Is Always The Last Thing We Take; And The Chances Are, That What We Can Do Every Day, We Never Do At All.

Knowledge Is Much Like Dust - It Sticks To One, One Does Not Know How.

It Is Said That Ridicule Is The Test Of Truth; But It Is Never Applied Except When We Wish To Deceive Ourselves - When If We Cannot Exclude The Light, We Would Fain Draw The Curtain Before It. The Sneer Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be, That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.