Your Greatness Is Measured By Your Horizons.

I Criticise By Creation, Not By Finding Fault.

Love Lent Me Wings; My Path Was Like A Stair; A Lamp Unto My Feet, That Sun Was Given; And Death Was Safety And Great Joy To Find; But Dying Now, I Shall Not Climb To Heaven.

The Greatest Risk To Man Is Not That He Aims To High And Misses, But That He Aims To Low And Hits.

Serene I Fold My Hands And Wait.

Do Not Fret, For God Did Not Create Us To Abandon Us.