All Are Of The Race Of God,

Who Can Mistake Great Thoughts? They Seize Upon The Mind; Arrest And Search, And Shake It; Bow The Tall Soul As By Wind; Rush Over It Like A River Reeds.

Imagination Is The Air Of Mind.

We Live In Deeds, Not Years; In Thoughts, Not Breaths; In Feelings, Not In Figures On A Dial.

It Matters Not How Long We Live But How.

Stars Which Stand As Thick As Dewdrops On The Field Of Heaven.