Fame Is A Fickle Food Upon A

Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind That Were The Mind Dissolved - The Site Of It By Architect Could Not Again Be Proved.

Luck Is Not Chance, It's Toil; Fortune's Expensive Smile Is Earned.

They Say That God Is Everywhere, And Yet We Always Think Of Him As Somewhat Of A Recluse.

The Sailor Cannot See The North / But Knows The Needle Can.

Forever Is Composed Of Nows.