I Seem To Have Gathered

Prodigious Was The Amount Of Life I Lived That Morning.

In Sunshine, In Prosperity, The Flowers Are Very Well; But How Many Wet Days Are There In Life—november Seasons Of Disaster, When A Man's Hearth And Home Would Be Cold Indeed, Without The Clear, Cheering Gleam Of Intellect.

To Prolong Doubt Was To Prolong Hope.

Talented People Almost Always Know Full Well The Excellence That Is In Them.

Youth Has Its Romance, And Maturity Its Wisdom, As Morning And Spring Have Their Freshness, Noon And Summer Their Power, Night And Winter Their Repose. Each Attribute Is Good In Its Own Season.