My Day's Work Will Begin Again The

He Reached For His Pocket, And Found There, Only Reality

A Mother's Arms Are Made Of Tenderness And Children Sleep Soundly In Them.

Happiness Lies For Those Who Cry, Those Who Hurt, Those Who Have Searched, And Those Who Have Tried For Only They Can Appreciate The Importance Of People Who Have Touched Their Lives.

There Is A Material Advancement; We Desire It. There Is, Also, A Moral Grandeur; We Hold Fast To It.

If You Are Stone, Be Magnetic; If A Plant, Be Sensitive; But If You Are Human Be Love.