When Books Are Opened, We Discover That

If You Rest, You Rust.

Yes, I Have Doubted. I Have Wandererd Off The Path. I Have Been Lost. But I Always Returned. It Is Beyond The Logic I Seek. It Is Intuitive - An Intrinsic, Built-in Sense Of Direction. I Seem To Find My Way Home. My Faith Has Wavered But Has Saved Me.

Everybody Starts At The Top, And Then Has The Problem Of Staying There. Lasting Accomplishment, However, Is Still Achieved Through A Long, Slow Climb And Self-discipline.

In The Last Stages Of A Final Illness, We Need Only The Absence Of Pain And The Presence Of Family.

Love Is Perhaps The Only Glimpse We Are Permitted Of Eternity.