God Who Sends The Wound Sends The

That One Man Scorned And Covered With Scars Still Strove With His Last Ounce Of Courage To Reach The Unreachable Star.

One Day, In The San Francisco Walk, He Came Upon Some Badly Painted Figures And Observed That Good Painters Imitate Nature But Bad Ones Vomit It Forth.

Too Much Sanity May Be Madness!

A Good Name Is Better Than Bags Of Gold.

Pray, Look Better, Sir... Those Things Yonder Are No Giants, But Windmills.