THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
~ Bliss Carman
On the shining yards of heavenSee a wider dawn unfurled. . . . The eternal slaves of beautyAre the masters of the world.
Whether it be to failure or success the first need of being is endurance -to endure with gladness if we can with fortitude in any event.
Indifference may not wreck a man's life at any one turn but it will destroy him with a kind of dry-rot in the long run.
The first need of being is endurance to endure with gladness if we can with fortitude in any event.
