The Veil That Clouds Your Eyes Shall

Some Of Our Children Are Our Justifications And Some Are But Our Regrets

There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred About Salt. It Is In Our Tears And In The Sea.

Zeal Is A Volcano, The Peak Of Which The Grass Of Indecisiveness Does Not Grow.

Conscience Is A Just But Weak Judge. Weakness Leaves It Powerless To Execute Its Judgment.

Progress Lies Not In Enhancing What Is, But In Advancing Toward What Will Be.