Hold Out Your Hands To Feel The

Burn Brightly Without Burning Out. Throw Your Heart Over The Fense And The Rest Will Follow. Keep Your Face To The Sunshine And You Wont See The Shadows

Be Not Dismayed; In The Future Lies The Promised Land.

I Find That Fact And Fancy Look Alike Across The Years That Link The Past With The Present.

The Civilization Of A State Should Be Measured By The Amount Of Suffering It Prevents And The Degree Of Happiness It Makes Possible For Its Citizens.

We Can Decide To Let Our Trials Crush Us, Or We Can Convert Them To New Forces Of Good.