The tongue may be an unruly member-- But silence poisons the soul.

The tongue may be an unruly member-- But silence poisons the soul.

Immortality is not a gift, Immortality is an achievement; And only those who strive mightily Shall possess it.

The mind sees the world as a thing apart, And the soul makes the world at one with itself. A mirror scratched reflects no image— And this is the silence of wisdom.

This is Darrow, Inadequately scrawled, with his young, old heart, And his drawl, and his infinite paradox And his sadness, and kindness, And his artist sense that drives him to shape his life To something harmonious, even against the schemes of God.

To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one.

. . . the weal of the race, and the cause of humanity, here and now, are enough To give life meaning and death as well.