Hours Fly, Flowers Die: New Days, New

Not To The Swift, The Race: Not To The Strong, The Fight: Not To The Righteous, Perfect Grace: Not To The Wise, The Light. But Often Faltering Feet Come Surest To The Goal; And They Who Walk In Darkness Meet The Sunrise Of The Soul.

The Storm Is Ended! The Impartial Sunlaughs Down Upon The Battle Lost And Won,and Crowns The Triumph Of The Cloudy Hostin Rolling Lines Retreating To The Coast.

The Strength Of Your Life Is Measured By The Strength Of Your Will.

Be Glad Of Life Because It Gives You The Chance To Love, To Work, To Play, And To Look Up At The Stars.

A Peace That Depends On Fear Is Nothing But A Suppressed War.