There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby.

They only fall, that strive to move, Or lose, that care to keep.

We may live without poetry, music and art; We may live without conscience, and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without books; But civilized man cannot live without cooks. . . . He may live without books,-what is knowledge but grieving? He may live without hope,-what is hope but deceiving? He may live without love,-what is passion but pining? But where is the man that can live without dining?

Unseen hands delay The coming of what oft seems close in ken, And, contrary, the moment, when we say "'Twill never come!" comes on us even then.

Art is Nature made by Man, To Man the interpreter of God.