Oh, The Soul Keeps Its Youth!

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

If A Thing Is To Be Done, There Is No Time Like The Hour That Has Not Struck.

To Take Offence Is A Great Folly, And To Give Offence Is A Great Folly - I Know Not Which Is The Greater.

Perhaps When The Light Of Heaven Shows Us Clearly The Pitfalls And Dangers Of The Earth Road That Led To The Heavenly City, Our Sweetest Songs Of Gratitude Will Be Not For The Troubles We Have Conquered, But For Those We Have Escaped.

It Is Not That We Have A Soul, We Are A Soul.