He Who Denies His Heritage, Has No

Vague And Nebulous Is The Beginning Of All Things, But Not Their End.

And Let To-day Embrace The Past With Remembrance And The Future With Longing.

A Sense Of Humour Is A Sense Of Proportion.

The Mother Is Everything - She Is Our Consolation In Sorrow, Our Hope In Misery, And Our Strength In Weakness. She Is The Source Of Love, Mercy, Sympathy, And Forgiveness. He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly

Your Body Is The Harp Of Your Soul And It Is Yours To Bring Forth Sweet Music From It Or Confused Sounds.