When A Child Is Born The Mother

Tomorrow Is No Man's Gift.

Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No Continent; Its Eyes Are For The Stars, Its Feet For The Swords; It Continueth, Though An Army Lay Waste The Pasture; It Comforteth When There Are No Medicines; It Hath The Relish Of Manna; And By It Do Men Live In The Desert.

War Is Cruelty, And None Can Make It Gentle.

Memory Is Man's Greatest Friend And Worst Enemy.

He Came By A Leap To The Goal Of Purpose, Not By The Toilsome Steps Of Reason. On The Instant His Headlong Spirit Declared His Purpose: This Was The One Being For Him In All The World: At This Altar He Would Light A Lamp Of Devotion, And Keep It Burning Forever.