When Leisure Is A Selfish Luxury, Its

Living Is Death; Dying Is Life. We Are Not What We Appear To Be. On This Side Of The Grave We Are Exiles, On That Citizens; On This Side Orphans, On That Children.

Some People Think Black Is The Color Of Heaven, And That The More They Can Make Their Faces Look Like Midnight, The More Evidence They Have Of Grace. But God, Who Made The Sun And The Flowers, Never Sent Me To Proclaim To You Such A Lie As That.

No Man Rides So High And In Such Good Company As The Man That Allies Himself To A Truth.

He Is Greatest Whose Strength Carries Up The Most Hearts By The Attraction Of His Own.

The Real Man Is One Who Always Finds Excuses For Others, But Never Excuses Himself.