"Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.
Each time I think that the song is ended ... something higher and better begins for me.
Time is so fleeting that if we do not remember God in our youth, age may find us incapable of thinking of him.
It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.