Children Of The Future Age

He Who Sees The Infinite In All Things Sees God.

The Hours Of Folly Are Measured By The Clock; But Of Wisdom, No Clock Can Measure.

O Thou Who Passest Through Our Valleys In Thy Strength, Curb Thy Fierce Steeds, Allay The Heat That Flames From Their Large Nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft Pitchest Here Thy Golden Tent, And Oft Beneath Our Oaks Hast Slept, While We Beheld With Joy Thy Ruddy Limbs And Flourishing Hair.

Gratitude Is Heaven Itself; There Could Be No Heaven Without Gratitude.

The Most Sublime Act Is To Set Another Before You.