The greatest grace of a gift, perhaps, is that it anticipates and admits of no return.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowListen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowArt is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow