Peace Is Rarely Denied To The Peaceful.

As Freely As The Firmament Embraces The World, So Mercy Must Encircle Friend And Foe. The Sun Poursforth Impartially His Beams Through All The Regions Of Infinity; Heaven Bestows The Dew Equally On Every Thirsty Plant. Whatever Is Good And Comes From On High Is Universal And Without Reserve: But In The Heart's Recesses Darkness Dwells.

Disappointments Are To The Soul What A Thunderstorm Is To The Air.

I Feel An Army In My Fist.

O Who Knows What Slumbers In The Background Of The Times?

It Is Play And Only Play That Makes Man Complete.