Confidence is the feeling we have before knowing all the facts
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Deathless laurel is the victor's due.