To learn to live, to live to learn.

To live to love, to love to live.

To love to learn, to learn to love.

Praise the Lord!

If You Were Coming In The Fall by Emily Dickinson

If you were coming in the fall

I'd brush the summer by

With half a smile and half a spurn

As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year

I'd wind the months in balls

And put them into separate drawers

Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed

I'd count them on my hand

Subtracting 'till my fingers dropped

Into Van Diemen's land

If certain when this life was out

That yours and mine should be

I'd toss life yonder like a rind

And taste eternity.

But now all ignorant of length,

Of times uncertain wing,

It goads me like the goblin bee

That will not state its sting!