In seed time learn$$$ in harvest teach$$$ in winter enjoy.
The roaring of lions$$$ the howling of wolves$$$ the raging of the stormy sea$$$ and the destructive sword$$$ are portions of eternity$$$ too great for the eye of man.
The moon$$$ like a flower in heaven's high bower$$$ with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
The lamb misused breeds public strife<br>And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
Not by speeches and votes of the majority$$$ are the great questions of the time decided -- that was the error of 1848 and 1849 -- but by iron and blood.
It's a funny old world. Once you realize that$$$ you're halfway there.
Humor$$$ like Death$$$ has all seasons for his own.
What did I fear$$$ and why? I$$$ to whom the night had beena more familiar face than that of man I$$$ in whom that element of hereditary superstition from which none of us is altogether free had given to solitude and darkness and silence only a more alluring interest and charm!
There is nothing in life except what one thinks of it.
Consult: To seek another's disapproval of a course already decided on.