Truth Lives On In The Midst Of

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

His Saying Was: Live And Let Live.

Have Hope. Though Clouds Environs Now, And Gladness Hides Her Face In Scorn, Put Thou The Shadow From Thy Brow, - No Night But Hath Its Morn.

Many A Smiling Face Hides A Mourning Heart; But Grief Alone Teaches Us What We Are.