Between Cowardice And Despair, Valour Is Gendred.

We Love And Understand Talent; We Wish It Be Within Us. The Truly Gifted, Those Exceptional Few, Must Wait For The World To Catch Up.

Yet Nothing Can To Nothing Fall, Nor Any Place Be Empty Quite; Therefore I Think My Breast Hath All Those Pieces Still, Though They Be Not Unite; And Now, As Broken Glasses Show A Hundred Lesser Faces, So My Rags Of Heart Can Like, Wish, And Adore, But After One Such Love, Can Love No More.

The Psalms Foretell What I, What Any Shall Do And Suffer And Say.

Our Critical Day Is Not The Very Day Of Our Death; But The Whole Course Of Our Life.

I Shall Not Live 'till I See God; And When I Have Seen Him, I Shall Never Die.