Mr. Rihani Is A Man Of Ardent

Defeat May Serve As Well As Victory To Shake The Soul And Let The Glory Out. When The Great Oak Is Straining In The Wind, The Boughs Drink In New Beauty And The Trunk Sends Down A Deeper Root On The Windward Side. Only The Soul That Knows The Mighty Grief Can Know The Mighty Rapture, Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Spaces In The Heart For Joy.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky Is A Place Of Central Calm.

Yes, Take A Little Time To Play And Look At Life The Other Way. God Rested When The World Was Made: Rest Now, Old Friend; Be Not Afraid. But Think Not That Your Work Is Over, That You Are Now A Foot-free Rover, A Rambler Upon Idle Ways, Whittling Away The Golden Days. For In The Road Climb To The Goal There's No Long Furlough For A Soul. There's No Long Pause: On Every Height Another Summit Swims In Sight. The Long Road Rises, Scene By Scene, With Little Restings In Between.

We Are All Blind Until We See That In The Human Plan Nothing Is Worth The Making If It Does Not Make The Man. Why Build These Cities Glorious If Man Unbuilded Goes? We Build The World In Vain Unless The Builders Also Grow.

The Crest And Crowning Of All Good, Life's Final Star, Is Brotherhood.