I Once Heard A Preacher

There Is No Prosperity, Trade, Art, City, Or Great Material Wealth Of Any Kind, But If You Trace It Home, You Will Find It Rooted In A Thought Of Some Individual Man.

There Comes A Time In Each Man's Education In Which He Comes To The Conclusion That Envy Is Ignorance, Imitation Is Suicide, And Society In In Conspiracy Against Each One Of Its Members.

Indeed The River Is A Perpetual Gala, And Boasts Each Month A New Ornament.

The Only Money Of God Is God. He Pays Never With Any Thing Less, Or Any Thing Else.

Sunshine Cannot Bleach The Snow, Nor Time Unmake What Poets Know