Time is the glue that bonds a broken heart, but love is the air which dries the glue. -J. Franklin.

Time is the glue that bonds a broken heart, but love is the air which dries the glue. -J. Franklin.

I said there was nothing so convincing to an Indian as a general massacre. If he could not approve of read more

I said there was nothing so convincing to an Indian as a general massacre. If he could not approve of the massacre, I said the next surest thing for an Indian was soap and education. Soap and education are not as sudden as a massacre, but they are more deadly in the long run; because a half-massacred Indian may recover, but if you educate him and wash him, it is bound to finish him some time or other.

For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow,
and there is no return from our death,
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For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow,
and there is no return from our death,
because it is sealed up and no one turns back.

Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.

Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.

Always remember that the future comes one day at a time.

Always remember that the future comes one day at a time.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am
speaking is already far from me.
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Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am
speaking is already far from me.
[Fr., Le temps fuit, et nous traine avec soi:
Le moment ou je parle est deja loin de moi.]

But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.

But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.

Backward, turn backward, then time in your flight;
Make me a child again just for tonight.
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Backward, turn backward, then time in your flight;
Make me a child again just for tonight.
Mother, come back from the echoeless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore.