Poverty Hides Itself In Thought Before It

All Work Is Empty Save When There Is Love.

A Man's True Wealth Is The Good He Does In The World.

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another, And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Left By Sunset. Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel. We Are The Seeds Of That Tenacious Plant, And It Is In Our Ripeness And Our Fullness Of Heart That We Are Given To The Wind To Be Scattered.

Love And Doubt Have Never Been On Speaking Terms.

Why Dispute What We Shall Be, When We Know Not Even What We Are.