A Day Will Come When There Will

A House Is Built Of Logs And Stone, Of Tiles And Posts And Piers; A Home Is Built Of Loving Deeds That Stand A Thousand Years.

Every Bird Which Flies Has The Thread Of The Infinite In Its Claw.

At The Shrine Of Friendship Never Say Die, Let The Wine Of Friendship Never Run Dry

Poetry Contains Philosophy As The Soul Contains Reason.

Memory Is A Gulf That A Word Can Move To Its Lowest Depths.