It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.
Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
The soul never grows old.
Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.