Wisdom Is Nothing More Than Healed Pain.

Death, In Its Silent Sure March Is Fast Gathering Those Whom I Have Longest Loved, So That When He Shall Knock At My Door, I Will More Willingly Follow.

The Gentleman Does Not Needlessly And Unnecessarily Remind An Offender Of A Wrong He May Have Committed Against Him. He Cannot Only Forgive, He Can Forget; And He Strives For That Nobleness Of Self And Mildness Of Character Which Impart Sufficient Strength To Let The Past Be But The Past. A True Man Of Honor Feels Humbled Himself When He Cannot Help Humbling Others.

Respect Is Based On Friendship,and Friendship Is Based On Love And Love Is So Accidental Isn't It ?

What A Cruel Thing War Is... To Fill Our Hearts With Hatred Instead Of Love For Our Neighbors.

Never Do A Wrong Thing To Make A Friend Or To Keep One.