“Lives of great men all remind usWe can make our lives sublime,And, departing, leave behind usFootprints on the sands of time”

“A Psalm of LifeTell me not in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,Was not spoken of the soul.Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,Is our destined end or way;But to act, that each tomorrowFind us farther than today.Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.In the world's broad field of battle,In the bivouac of Life,Be not like dumb, driven cattle!Be a hero in the strife!Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!Let the dead Past bury its dead!Act, - act in the living Present!Heart within, and God o'erhead!Lives of great men all remind usWe can make our lives sublime,And, departing, leave behind usFootprintson the sand of time;Footprints, that perhaps another,Sailing o'er life's solenm main,A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,Seeing, shall take heart again.Let us then be up and doing,With a heart for any fate;Still achieving, still pursuing,Learn to labor and to wait.”

“When we are confronted by failure and mistakes, we can leave them behind and go on with our lives.”

“If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.”

“We all know that the inevitability of time is a shadow against our lives, a creeping knife,and yet by living fully we can slow down that time until our joy makes our lives worth a million lifetimes.”

“I the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.”