There Is In Every Village A Torch

Our Mind Is Enriched By What We Receive, Our Heart By What We Give.

In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath Lurk Germs Of Death.

There Is A Secret Drawer In Every Woman's Heart.

Who Among Us Has Not Sought Peace In A Song?

Nothing Is More Dangerous Than Discontinued Labor; It Is Habit Lost. A Habit Easy To Abandon, Difficult To Resume.