The Greatest Grace Of A Gift, Perhaps,

No One Is So Accursed By Fate, No One So Utterly Desolate, But Some Heart Though Unknown Responds Unto His Own.

Defeat May Be Victory In Disguise.

What Is Time? The Shadow On The Dial, The Striking Of The Clock, The Running Of The Sand, Day And Night, Summer And Winter, Months, Years, Centuries-these Are But Arbitrary And Outward Signs, The Measure Of Time, Not Time Itself. Time Is The Life Of The Soul.

Music Is The Language Spoken By Angels.

Intelligence And Courtesy Not Always Are Combined; Often In A Wooden House A Golden Room We Find.