With Every Anguish Of Our

Large Charity Doth Never Soil, But Only Whitens Soft White Hands.

He Who Keeps His Faith Only, Cannot Be Discrowned.

Greatly Begin. Though Thou Have Time, But For A Line, Be That Sublime. Not Failure, But Low Aim Is Crime.

Not Only Around Our Infancy Doth Heaven With All Its Splendors Lie; Daily, With Souls That Cringe And Plot, We Sinais Climb And Know It Not.

Creativity Is Not The Finding Of A Thing, But The Making Something Out Of It After It Is Found.