Therefore Trust To Thy Heart,

Ne Speaketh Not; And Yet There Lies A Conversation In His Eyes.

A Sermon Is No Sermon In Which I Cannot Hear The Heartbeat.

All Are Architects Of Fate, Working In These Walls Of Time; Some With Massive Deeds And Great, Some With Ornaments Of Rhyme.

Big Words Do Not Smite Like War-clubs, Boastful Breath Is Not A Bow-string, Taunts Are Not So Sharp As Arrows, Deeds Are Better Things Than Words Are, Actions Mightier Than Boastings.

The Morning Pouring Everywhere, Its Golden Glory On The Air.