It Is Bad For The Soul To

What A Terrible Thing Could Be Freedom. Trees Were Free When They Were Uprooted By The Wind; Ships Were Free When They Were Torn From Their Moorings; Men Were Free When They Were Cast Out Of Their Homes—free To Starve, Free To Perish Of Cold And Hunger.

Wars Come And Wars Go But The World Does Not Change: It Will Always Forget An Indebtedness Which It Thinks It Expedient Not To Remember.

The Realization Of Great Mutual Love Can At Times Be So Overwhelming A Thing, That Even The Bravest Of Hearts May Grow Fearful.

Life's Not All Beer And Skittles

It Is Bad For The Soul To Know Itself A Coward, It Is Apt To Take Refuge In Mere Wordy Violence.