He Who Would Greatly Deserve Must Greatly

After All, It Is The Divinity Within That Makes The Divinity Without.

To Look Upon Its Grass Grown Yard, Where The Sunbeams Seem To Sleep So Quietly, One Would Think That There At Least The Dead Might Rest In Peace.

The Love Of A Mother Is Never Exhausted. It Never Changes - It Never Tires - It Endures Through All; In Good Repute, In Bad Repute. In The Face Of The World's Condemnation, A Mother's Love Still Lives On.

There Is A Sacredness In Tears

Little Minds Are Tamed And Subdued By Misfortune; But Great Minds Rise Above Them.