Hours Fly, Flowers Die: New Days, New

What Is Fortune, What Is Fame? Futile Gold And Phantom Name- Riches Buried In A Cave, Glory Written On A Grave.

This Is The Soldier Brave Enough To Tellthe Glory-dazzled World That "war Is Hell":lover Of Peace, He Looks Beyond The Strife,and Rides Through Hell To Save His Country's Life.

Who Can Explain The Secret Pathos Of Nature's Loveliness? It Is A Touch Of Melancholy Inherited From Our Mother Eve. It Is An Unconscious Memory Of The Lost Paradise. It Is The Sense That Even If We Should Find Another Eden, We Would Not Be Fit To Enjoy It Perfectly Nor Stay In It Forever.

The Woods Would Be Quiet If No Bird Sang But The One That Sang Best.

Love Is Not Getting, But Giving. Not A Wild Dream Of Pleasure And Madness Of Desire - Oh, No - Love Is Not That! It Is Goodness And Honor And Peace And Pure Living - Yes, Love Is That And It Is The Best Thing In The World And The Thing That Lives The Longest.