To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.

To live in hearts we leave behind,
Is not to die.

of thought.

of thought.

Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.

Sentiment is the ripened fruit of fantasy.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, read more

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!

If this were a logical world, men would ride side saddle.

If this were a logical world, men would ride side saddle.

The more connections that can be made in the brain, the more integrated the experience is within memory.

The more connections that can be made in the brain, the more integrated the experience is within memory.

The palest ink is better than the best memory.

The palest ink is better than the best memory.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear,
Long, long ago, long, long ago.

You cannot hope to build a better world without improving the individuals. To that end, each of us must work read more

You cannot hope to build a better world without improving the individuals. To that end, each of us must work for our own improvement and, at the same time, share a general responsibility for all humanity, our particular duty being to aid those to whom we think we can be most useful.