"Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us..."

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,

Is our destined end or way;

But to act, that each tomorrow

Find us farther than today.



Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating

Funeral marches to the grave.



- A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Published on August 28, 2018 14:20
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