He alone has lost the art to live who cannot win new friends.
Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death. - Silas Weir Mitchell
Alas, how can we help but mourn When hero bosoms yield their breath! A century itself may bear But once the flower of such a death.
- Silas Weir Mitchell
Death's but one more to-morrow. - Silas Weir Mitchell
Death's but one more to-morrow.
Up anchor! Up anchor! Set sail and away! The ventures of dreamland Are thine for a day. - Silas Weir Mitchell
Up anchor! Up anchor! Set sail and away! The ventures of dreamland Are thine for a day.
He alone has lost the art to live who cannot win new friends. - Silas Weir Mitchell
The arctic loneliness of age. - Silas Weir Mitchell
The arctic loneliness of age.
There are those who suffer and grow strong; there are those who suffer and grow weak. This mystery of pain is still for me the saddest of earth's dis… - Silas Weir Mitchell
There are those who suffer and grow strong; there are those who suffer and grow weak. This mystery of pain is still for me the saddest of earth's dis…
Medicine is only palliative. For behind disease lies the cause and this cause NO DRUG can reach. - Silas Weir Mitchell
Medicine is only palliative. For behind disease lies the cause and this cause NO DRUG can reach.
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