Tact Is The Unsaid Part Of What

But This I Know. Those Who Seek Him Will Do Well To Look Among The Poor And The Lowly, The Sorrowful And The Oppressed.

Fidelity Is Simply Daring To Be True In Small Things As Well As Great.

What Do I Owe My Father? Everything!

Subjection To Fear Is Weakness, Bondage, Feverish Unrest. To Be Afraid Is To Have No Soul That We Can Call Our Own; It Is To Be At The Beck And Call Of Alien Powers, To Be Chained And Driven And Tormented; It Is To Lose The Life Itself In The Anxious Care To Keep It.

Use What Talents You Possess; The Woods Would Be Very Silent If No Birds Sang There Except Those That Sang Best.