For The Infinite Has Sowed His Name

No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through Love Of One, But She Can Give Birth To One

God Is An Unutterable Sigh, Planted In The Depths Of The Soul.

As Winter Strips The Leaves From Around Us, So That We May See The Distant Regions They Formerly Concealed, So Old Age Takes Away Our Enjoyments Only To Enlarge The Prospect Of The Coming Eternity.

Strong Characters Are Brought Out By Change Of Situation, And Gentle Ones By Permanence.

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.