Wisely Improve The Present. It Is Thine.

Truly, This World Can Go On Without Us, If We Would But Think So.

Art Is The Gift Of God, And Must Be Used Unto His Glory.

It Is Autumn; Not Without But Within Me Is The Cold. Youth And Spring Are All About; It Is I That Have Grown Old.

God Sent His Singers Upon Earth With Songs Of Sadness And Of Mirth, That They Might Touch The Hearts Of Men, And Bring Them Back To Heaven Again.

The Setting Of A Great Hope Is Like The Setting Of The Sun. The Brightness Of Our Life Is Gone.