Behind the clouds is the sun still shining.

Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.

Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

Behold of what delusive worth The bubbles we pursue on earth, The shapes we chase.

A life of honour and of worth Has no eternity on earth,-- 'Tis but a name.

Better late than never. [Lat., Potius sero quam nunquam.]