Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.

I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and reality! I will work in my own sphere, nor wish it other than it is. This alone is health and happiness.

All things are symbols.

Would you learn the secret of the sea? Only those who brave its dangers, comprehend its mystery!

Death is better than disease.

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.