Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending. >>
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide. >>
Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning -- an endea >>
At some glad moment was it nature's choice to dower a scrap of sunset >>
Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend t >>
A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices. >>
Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.