The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowAutumn arrives like a warrior with the stain of blood upon his brazen mail. His crimson scarf is rent. His scarlet banner drips with gore. His step is like a flail upon the threshing floor.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowNot enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow