Laws Are Not Masters But

Nothing Goes Far Which Has Not The Wings Of Love To Make It Buoyant, So That It Can Fly.

We Are Never Ripe Till We Have Been Made So By Suffering.

A Babe Is A Mother's Anchor.

Many Men Build As Cathedrals Are Built-the Part Nearest The Ground Finished, But That Part Which Soars Toward Heaven, The Turrets And The Spires, Forever Incomplete.

The Sun Does Not Shine For A Few Trees And Flowers, But For The Wide World's Joy.