Systems Die; Instincts Remain.

The Riders In A Race Do Not Stop When They Reach The Goal. There Is A Little Finishing Canter Before Coming To A Standstill. There Is Time To Hear The Kind Voices Of Friends And Say To Oneself, The Work Is Done.

Society Is Always Trying In Some Way To Grind Us Down To A Single Flat Surface.

Even The Wisest Woman You Talk To Is Ignorant Of Something You May Know, But An Elegant Woman Never Forgets Her Elegance.

I Find The Great Thing In This World Is Not So Much Where We Stand, As In What Direction We Are Moving: To Reach The Port Of Heaven, We Must Sail Sometimes With The Wind And Sometimes Against It, But We Must Sail, And Not Drift, Nor Lie At Anchor.

Lord, Bid War's Trumpet Cease; Fold The Whole Earth In Peace.