Time Is A Very Precious Gift- So

No Man Was Ever Ruined From Without; The Final Ruin Comes From Within, When You Turn Hopeless And Lose Courage!

Solitude Is Such A Potential Thing. We Hear Voices In Solitude, We Never Hear In The Hurry And Turmoil Of Life; We Receive Counsels And Comforts, We Get Under No Other Condition.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

For Still I See That Forethought Spares Afterthought And After-sorrow.

It Is Not That We Have A Soul, We Are A Soul.