I Do Not Remember A Time Since

My Friends Have Made The Story Of My Life.

Our Worst Foes Are Not Belligerent Circumstances, But Wavering Spirits.

Touch Each Object As If Tomorrow You Would Never Be Able To Feel Anything Again.

The Heresy Of One Age Becomes The Orthodoxy Of The Next. Mere Tolerance Has Given Place To A Sentiment Of Brotherhood Between Sincere Men Of All Denominations.

Good Friends Walk In When The Old Ones Walk Out.