About your past? Have you considered, friend? Nor for your creeds or dogmas will he care; How many burdens have you helped to bear?" Sorrow's Uses The uses of sorrow I comprehend Better and better at each year's end. Deeper and deeper I seem to see Why and wherefore it has to be. Only after the dark, wet days Do we fully rejoice in the sun's bright rays. Sweeter the crust tastes after the fast Than the sated gourmand's finest repast. The faintest cheer sounds never amiss To the actor who once has heard a hiss. To one who the sadness of freedom knows, Light seem the fetters love may impose. And he who has dwelt with his heart alone, Hears all the music in friendship's tone. So better and better I comprehend, How sorrow ever would be our friend. If Twixt what thou art, and what thou wouldst be, let No "If" arise on which to lay the blame. Man makes a mountain of that puny word, But, like a blade of grass before the scythe, It falls and withers when a human will, Stirred by creative force, sweeps toward its aim. Thou wilt be what thou couldst be. Circumstance Is but the toy of genius. When a soul Burns with a god-like purpose to achieve, All obstacles between it and its goal Must vanish as the dew before the sun. "If" is the motto of the dilettante And idle dreamer; 'tis the poor excuse Of mediocrity. The truly great Know not the word, or know it but to scorn, Else had Joan of Arc a peasant died, Uncrowned by glory and by men unsung. Which Are You? There are two kinds of people on earth to-day; Just two kinds of people, no more, I say. Not the sinner and the saint, for it's well