Order Is The Greatest Grace.

A Good Conscience Is A Port Which Is Landlocked On Every Side, Where No Winds Can Possibly Invade. There A Man May Not Only See His Own Image, But That Of His Maker, Clearly Reflected From The Undisturbed Waters.

Death Only This Mysterious Truth Unfolds, The Mighty Soul How Small A Body Holds.

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.