While all melts away beneath our feet, let us grasp at the exquisite passion, let us use the knowledge that by a lifted horizon sets the heart free; or that does so by the stirring of the senses, by colors, perfumes, the work of the artist’s hand, the face of a friend; not to recognize every moment, some passionate attitude in those around us, and in the brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing of their ways, is in life’s short days of frost and sun, to sleep before evening.