Smell Is A Fallen Angel.

We Differ, Blind And Seeing, One From Another, Not In Our Senses, But In The Use We Make Of Them, In The Imagination And Courage With Which We Seek Wisdom Beyond All Senses.

Worse Than Being Blind Would Be To Be Able To See But Not Have Any Vision.

The Power Of Effecting Changes For The Better Is Within Ourselves, Not In The Favorableness Of Circumstances.

Good Friends Walk In When The Old Ones Walk Out.

We Must Not Creep Along When Our Souls Cry Out For Us To Soar!