It Gives Me A Deep

Optimism, Then, Is A Fact Within My Own Heart. But As I Look Out Upon Life, My Heart Meets No Contradiction. The Outward World Justifies My Inward Universe Of Good.

I Look Upon The Whole World As My Fatherland, And Every War Has To Me The Horror Of A Family Feud.

My Share Of The Work May Be Limited, But The Fact That It Is Work Makes It Precious.

Everybody Talks, Nobody Listens. Good Listeners Are As Rare As White Crows.

Love Is Like A Beautiful Flower Which I May Not Touch, But Whose Fragrance Makes The Garden A Place Of Delight Just The Same.