The Miracle On Earth Are

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not Backward But Onward, Downward Forever.

Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night Of Life.

Individuality Is To Be Preserved And Respected Everywhere, As The Root Of Everything Good.

You Prove Your Worth With Your Actions, Not With Your Mouth.