The Tongue May Be An

There Is The Silence Of Age, Too Full Of Wisdom For The Tongue To Utter It In Words Intelligible To Those Who Have Not Lived The Great Range Of Life.

. . . The Weal Of The Race, And The Cause Of Humanity, Here And Now, Are Enough To Give Life Meaning And Death As Well.

The Tongue May Be An Unruly Member-- But Silence Poisons The Soul.

The Much-sought Prize Of Eternal Youth Is Just Arrested Growth.

Why, A Moral Truth Is A Hollow Tooth Which Must Be Propped With Gold.