Who Knows, The Mind Has The Key

Time Is One's Best Friend, Teaching Best Of All The Wisdom Of Silence.

The History Of Books Shows The Humblest Origin Of Some Of The Most Valued, Wrought As These Were Out Of Obscure Materials By Persons Whose Names Thereafter Became Illustrious. The Thumbed Volumes, Now So Precious To Thousands, Were Compiled From Personal Experiences And Owe Their Interest To Touches Of Inspiration Of Which The Writer Was Less Author Than Amanuensis, Himself The Voiced Word Of Life For All Times.

Time Ripens The Substance Of A Life As The Seasons Mellow And Perfect Its Fruits. The Best Apples Fall Latest And Keep Longest.

Genius Has Oftenest Been The Pariah Of His Time, The Unhoused God Whom None Cared For, Unnamed Till They Whom He First Promoted, Enriched And Honored, Found It Honorable To Own Their Benefactor.

Truth Is Sensitive And Jealous Of The Least Encroachment Upon Its Sacredness.