I Pray To God That I Shall

When We Hang On To Resentments, We Poison Ourselves. As Compulsive Overeaters, We Cannot Afford Resentment, Since It Exacerbates Our Disease.

Where Might Is Mixed With Wit, There Is Too Good An Accord In A Government.

Words Are Leaves, The Substance Consists Of Deeds, Which Are The True Fruits Of A Good Tree.

I May Not Be A Lion,but I Am Lions Cub And I Have Lion's Heart

I Observe And Remain Silent.