There Is A Better Thing Than The

What Is Friendship? Something Deep That The Heart Can Spend And Keep: Wealth That Greatens While We Give, Praise That Heartens Us To Live.

You Can Never Begin To Live Until You Dare To Die.

What Do I Owe My Father? Everything!

So Let The Way Wind Up The Hill Or Down, O’er Rough Or Smooth, The Journey Will Be Joy; Still Seeking What I Sought When But A Boy, New Friendship, High Adventure, And A Crown. My Heart Will Keep The Courage Of The Quest, And Hope The Road’s Last Turn Will Be The Best.

Self Is The Only Prison That Can Ever Bind The Soul.