The Soul...is Audible, Not Visible.

The Gentle Wind, A Sweet And Passionate Wooer, Kisses The Blushing Leaf.

Defeat May Be Victory In Disguise.

Let Us Then Be Up And Doing, With A Heart For Any Fate, Still Achieving, Still Pursuing, Learn To Labor And To Wait.

There's Nothing Fair Nor Beautiful, But Takes Something From Thee, That Makes It Beautiful.

Everyone Says That Forgiveness Is A Lovely Idea Until He Has Something To Forgive.