Look Beneath The Surface; Let Not The

All That Happens Is As Usual And Familiar As The Rose In Spring And The Crop In Summer.

He Does Not Write At All Whose Poems No Man Reads

Remember That The Sole Life Which A Man Can Lose Is That Which He Is Living At The Moment.

To Live Each Day As Though One's Last, Never Flustered, Never Apathetic, Never Attitudinizing - Here Is The Perfection Of Character.

Does A Man Shrink From Change? Why, What Can Come Into Being Save By Change?