Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade — William Ernest Henley Copy Share Image
Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image