When I consider life, ’tis all a cheat;
Yet, fool’d with hope, men favor the deceit;
Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay.
Tomorrow’s falser than the former day.

Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.

There are only two lasting bequests that we can hope to give our children — roots and wings.

It could be you.

The soul of Adonais, like a star,
Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.