Those Who Know The Truth Are Not

Slow Are The Steps Of Freedom, But Her Feet Turn Never Backward.

Endurance Is The Crowning Quality, And Patience All The Passion Of Great Hearts.

He Mastered Whatever Was Not Worth The Knowing.

Nature Fits All Her Children With Something To Do, He Who Would Write And Can't Write, Can Surely Review.

'tis Sorrow Builds The Shining Ladder Up, Whose Golden Rounds Are Our Calamities, Whereon Our Firm Feet Planting, Nearer God The Spirit Climbs, And Hath Its Eyes Unsealed. True It Is That Death's Face Seems Stern And Cold When He Is Sent To Summon Those We Love; But All God's Angels Come To Us Disguised; Sorrow And Sickness, Poverty And Death, One After Another, Lift Their Frowning Masks, And We Behold The Seraph's Face Beneath, All Radiant With The Glory And The Calm Of Having Looked Upon The Front Of God.