Truth, Crushed To Earth, Shall Rise Again.

Difficulty Is The Nurse Of Greatness.

Come When The Rains Have Glazed The Snow And Clothed The Trees With Ice, While The Slant Sun Of February Pours Into The Bowers A Flood Of Light. Approach! The Incrusted Surface Shall Upbear Thy Steps And The Broad Arching Portals Of The Grove Welcome Thy Entering.

Winning Isn't Everything, But It Beats Anything In Second Place.

Is Not Thy Home Among The Flowers?

All Things That Are On Earth Shall Wholly Pass Away, Except The Love Of God, Which Shall Live And Last For Aye.