As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.
James Russell LowellToward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief.
James Russell LowellWhat men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.
James Russell Lowell