Defeat May Serve As Well

There Is A Destiny Which Makes Us Brothers; None Goes His Way Alone. All That We Send Into The Lives Of Others Comes Back Into Our Own.

Lincoln, The Man Of The People

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky Is A Place Of Central Calm.

Bowed By The Weight Of Centuries He Leans Upon His Hoe And Gazes On The Ground, The Emptiness Of Ages In His Face, And On His Back The Burden Of The World.

The Thing That Is Incredible Is Life Itself.