“ Oh how can we, scarce mastering our passions, expect that youth should keep itself in check? ”
To save all we must risk all.
~ Friedrich Schiller
There are three lessons I would write-Three words, as with a burning pen, In tracings of eternal light,Upon the heart of men.Have hope! though clouds environ round,And gladness hides her face in scorn,Put thou the shadow from thy brow,No night but hath its morn.Have love! not love alone for one, But man as man thy brother call,And scatter like the circling sun,Thy charities on all.
Only through Beauty's morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge.
Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.
