All True Work Is Sacred.

Blessed Is He Who Has Found His Work; Let Him Ask No Other Blessedness. He Has A Work, A Life-purpose; He Has Found It, And Will Follow It! How, As A Free-flowing Channel, Dug And Torn By Noble Force Through The Sour Mudswamp Of One's Existence, Like An Ever-deepening River There, It Runs And Flows

Everywhere In Life, The True Question Is Not What We Gain, But What We Do.

They Wrong Man Greatly Who Say He Is To Be Seduced By Ease. Difficulty, Abnegation, Martyrdom, Death Are The Allurements That Act On The Heart Of Man.

Speech Is Of Time, Silence Is Of Eternity.

True Friends, Like Ivy And The Wall Both Stand Together, And Together Fall.