None But Yourself Who Are Your Greatest

They Who Go Feel Not The Pain Of Parting; It Is They Who Stay Behind That Suffer.

Difficulty On The Way To Victory Is Opportunity For God To Work

The Sky Is Filled With Stars, Invisible By Day.

Like A French Poem Is Life; Being Only Perfect In Structure When With The Masculine Rhymes Mingled The Feminine Are.

Torrent Of Light And River Of Air, Along Whose Bed The Glimmering Stars Are Seen, Like Gold And Silver Sands In Some Ravine Where Mountain Streams Have Left Their Channels Bare!