And As A Single Leaf Turns Not

But Memory Is An Autumn Leaf That Murmurs A While In The Wind And Then Is Heard No More.

This For God And This For Myself; This For My Soul, And This Other For My Body?

How Can I Lose Faith In The Justice Of Life, When The Dreams Of Those Who Sleep Upon Feathers Are Not More Beautiful Than The Dreams Of Those Who Sleep Upon The Earth?

There Are Those Who Give With Joy, And That Joy Is Their Reward.

Braving Obstacles And Hardships Is Braver Than Retreat To Tranquility.