By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is

There Is A Destiny Which Makes Us Brothers; None Goes His Way Alone. All That We Send Into The Lives Of Others Comes Back Into Our Own.

It Is Better To Rust Out Than Wear Out.

He Drew A Circle That Shut Me Out- Heretic , Rebel, A Thing To Flout. But Love And I Had The Wit To Win: We Drew A Circle And Took Him In ! From The Poem " Outwitted

Choices Are The Hinges Of Destiny.

No Soul Can Be Forever Banned, Eternally Bereft, Whoever Falls From God's Right Hand Is Caught Into His Left.