To Be Strong Is To Be Happy!

The Twilight Is Sad And Cloudy, The Wind Blows Wild And Free, And Like The Wings Of Sea-birds Flash The White Caps Of The Sea.

God Sifted A Whole Nation That He Might Send Choice Grain Over Into This Wilderness.

For His Heart Was In His Work, And The Heart Giveth Grace Unto Every Art.

Be Still, Sad Heart! And Cease Repining; Behind The Clouds Is The Sun Still Shining; Thy Fate Is The Common Fate Of All, Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall

Sit In Reverie And Watch The Changing Color Of The Waves That Break Upon The Idle Seashore Of The Mind.