Words Are Healers Of The

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

The Reward Of Pain Is Experience.

For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The Marriage-bed, The Glance Of The Eyes Sinks From Shame.

Whenever A Man Makes Haste, God Too Hastens With Him.

Obedience Is The Mother Of Success And Is Wedded To Safety.