A Truth Is To Be Known Always,

Yesterday Is But Today's Memory, And Tomorrow Is Today's Dream.

Solitude Has Soft, Silky Hands, But With Strong Fingers It Grasps The Heart And Makes It Ache With Sorrow.

You May Forget With Whom You Laughed, But You Will Never Forget With Whom You Wept.

If A Man Loses A Dear Friend, He Looks Around And Sees Many Friends Come To Console And Comfort Him. If A Man Loses His Wealth, After A Little Thought He Will Realize That The Delight That Came From Wealth Will Be Restored By Finding More. Thus He Forgets His Loss And Is Consoled. But If A Man's Heart Is Deprived Of Peace, Where Will He Find It Again, How Will He Replace It?

And Let It Direct Your Passion With Reason, That Your Passion May Livethrough Its Own Daily Resurrection, And Like The Phoenix Rise Above Its Own Ashes.