We Animate What We Can See, And

The Heroic Soul Does Not Sell Its Justice And Its Nobleness.

I Have Heard That Whoever Loves Is In No Condition Old.

Every Mind Is Different; And The More It Is Unfolded, The More Pronounced Is That Difference.

A Man Becomes What He Thinks About Most Of The Time

For Flowers That Bloom About Our Feet; For Tender Grass, So Fresh, So Sweet; For Song Of Bird, And Hum Of Bee; For All Things Fair We Hear Or See, Father In Heaven, We Thank Thee!