A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo

Night, When Words Fade And Things Come Alive.

Sorrow Is One Of The Vibrations That Prove The Fact Of Living.

True Happiness Comes From The Joy Of Deeds Well Done, The Zest Of Creating Things New.

Living Is Being Born Slowly. It Would Be A Little Too Easy If We Could Borrow Ready-made Souls.

The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force Straining To Win The Sky.