The Game Of Life Looks Cheerful When

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.

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

Eternity Gives Nothing Back Of What One Leaves Out Of The Minutes.

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

In The Society, Where People Are Just Parts In A Larger Machine, Individuals Are Unable To Develop Fully.