What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls
a butterfly.

A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.

A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts read more

So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore.

I never think he is quite ready for another world who is altogether weary of this.

I never think he is quite ready for another world who is altogether weary of this.

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life read more

Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow No flowers of life will cheer me: instead You may give me my roses now!

To be able to look back upon one's past life with satisfaction is to live twice.

To be able to look back upon one's past life with satisfaction is to live twice.

He who is not satisfied with himself will grow; he who is not sure of his own correctness will learn read more

He who is not satisfied with himself will grow; he who is not sure of his own correctness will learn many things.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

Every man dies - Not every man really lives.

Every man dies - Not every man really lives.