The Purer The Golden Vessel,

Every Man Has A Rainy Corner Of His Life Whence Comes Foul Weather Which Follows Him.

Humanity Is Never So Beautiful As When Praying For Forgiveness, Or Else Forgiving Another.

The Last, Best Fruit Which Comes To Late Perfection, Even In The Kindliest Soul, Is Tenderness Toward The Hard, Forbearance Toward The Unforbearing, Warmth Of Heart Toward The Cold, Philanthropy Toward The Misanthropic.

Man Has Here Two And A Half Minutes-one To Smile, One To Sigh, And A Half To Love: For In The Midst Of This Minute He Dies.

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.