Night, When Words Fade And

There Is No Growth Except In The Fulfillment Of Obligations.

One Is A Member Of A Country, A Profession, A Civilization, A Religion. One Is Not Just A Man.

It Is The Missed Opportunity That Counts, And In A Love That Vainly Yearns From Behind Prison Bars You Have Perchance The Love Supreme.

If You Tame Me, It Would Be As If The Sun Came To Shine On My Life.

One Man May Hit The Mark, Another Blunder; But Heed Not These Distinctions. Only From The Alliance Of The One, Working With And Through The Other, Are Great Things Born.