We Fear Death, Yet We Long For

Education Sows Not Seeds In You, But Makes Your Seeds Grow.

The Sea That Calls All Things Unto Her Cals Me, And I Must Embark.

As One's Gifts Increase, His Friends Decrease.

Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes Upon The Sky.

Doubt Is A Pain Too Lonely To Know That Faith Is His Twin Brother. Doubt Is A Foundling Unhappy And Astray, And Though His Own Mother Who Gave Him Birth Should Find Him And Enfold Him, He Would Withdraw In Caution And In Fear.