Life Unfolds Itself In Mysteries Ways.

At Ebb Tide I Wrote A Line Upon The Sand, And Gave It All My Heart And All My Soul. At Flood Tide I Returned To Read What I Had Inscribed And Found My Ignorance Upon The Shore.

Love Gives Naught But Itself And Takes Naught But From Itself.

The Appearance Of Things Changes According To The Emotions; And Thus We See Magic And Beauty In Them, While The Magic And Beauty Are Really In Ourselves.

...unless The Exchange Be In Love And Kindly Justice, It Will But Lead Some To Greed And Others To Hunger.

You Have Been Told That, Even Like A Chain, You Are As Weak As Your Weakest Link. This Is But Half The Truth. You Are Also As Strong As Your Strongest Link. To Measure You By Your Smallest Deed Is To Reckon The Power Of Ocean By The Frailty Of Its Foam. To Judge You By Your Failures Is To Cast Blame Upon The Seasons For Their Inconstancy.