Sorrows Are Like Thunderclouds, In

Laughing Cheerfulness Throws The Light Of Day On All The Paths Of Life.

Feelings Of Man Are Always Pure And The Brightest To The Meeting Time And Farewell.

The End We Aim At Must Be Known, Before The Way Can Be Made.

The Guardian Angels Of Life Sometimes Fly So High As To Be Beyond Our Sight, But They Are Always Looking Down Upon Us.

Man Has Here Two And A Half Minutes-one To Smile, One To Sigh, And A Half To Love: For In The Midst Of This Minute He Dies.