Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
Music is the universal language of mankind — poetry their universal pastime and delight.
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future, without fear, and with a manly heart.
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done…
Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change
To something new, to something strange.
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.