The Time Is Ripe, And Rotten-ripe, For

Children Are God's Apostles, Sent Forth, Day By Day, To Preach Of Love, And Hope, And Peace.

Compromise Makes A Good Umbrella, But A Poor Roof.

Hush! Still As Death, The Tempest Holds His Breath As From A Sudden Will; The Rain Stops Short, But From The Eaves You See It Drop, And Hear It From The Leaves, All Is So Bodingly Still.

Every Person Born Into This World Their Work Is Born With Them.

Endurance Is The Crowning Quality.