He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!

From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.

Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.

Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.