When A Man Loses His Vision Of

We Love Those Whom We Serve (p. 26)

Life Is The Soil, Our Choices And Actions The Sun And Rain, But Our Dreams Are The Seeds.

We Stone Our Prophets, Then Build Monuments To Them After They're Gone.

There Are People Who Come Into Our Lives As Welcome As A Cool Breeze In Summer- And Last About As Long.

Don't Try To Write What Other People Are Writing - Write What Is True To You.