Choices Are The Hinges Of

That In The Human Plan Nothing Is Worth The Making If It Does Not Make The Man.

Defeat May Serve As Well As Victory To Shake The Soul And Let The Glory Out.

Lincoln, The Man Of The People

Oft When The White, Still Dawn Lifted The Skies And Pushed The Hills Apart, I Have Felt It Like A Glory In My Heart.

By A Divine Paradox, Wherever There Is One Slave There Are Two. So In The Wonderful Reciprocities Of Being, We Can Never Reach The Higher Levels Until All Our Fellows Ascend With Us.