Enthusiasm Begets Enthusiasm.

At Daybreak, On The Bleak Sea-beach, A Fisherman Stood Aghast, To See The Form Of A Maiden Fair, Lashed Close To A Drifting Mast.

We Have Not Wings We Cannot Soar; But, We Have Feet To Scale And Climb, By Slow Degrees, By More And More, The Cloudy Summits Of Our Time.

It Takes Less Time To Do A Thing Right, Than It Does To Explain Why You Did It Wrong.

A Spirit Of Criticism, If Indulged In, Leads To A Censoriousness Of Disposition That Is Destructive Of All Nobler Feeling. The Man Who Lives To Find Faults Has A Miserable Mission.

When Christ Ascended Triumphantly From Star To Star He Left The Gates Of Heaven Ajar.