The One Universal Form Of

Character Builds Slowly, But It Can Be Torn Down With Incredible Swiftness.

In My Belief, A Harvest Is Also A Legacy, For Very Often What You Reap Is, In The Way Of Small Miracles, More Than You Consciously Know You Have Sown.

Autumn Burned Brightly, A Running Flame Through The Mountains, A Torch Flung To The Trees.

Every Generation Proclaims That Each Must Lead His Own Life, But Seldom Grants The Subsequent Generation The Right To Lead Theirs.

Most Of Us Forget To Take Time For Wonder, Praise And Gratitude Until It Is Almost Too Late. Gratitude Is A Many-colored Quality, Reaching In All Directions. It Goes Out For Small Things And For Large; It Is A God-ward Going.