The Highest Virtue Here May Be Least

You Are Far, Far Greater Than You Know - And All Is Well.

All Men Love You For Themselves. I Love You For Yourself.

The Optimist Sees The Rose And Not Its Thorns; The Pessimist Stares At The Thorns, Oblivious To The Rose.

All You Have Shall Some Day Be Given. Therefore Give Now, That The Season Of Giving May Be Yours And Not Your Inheritors.

We Shall Never Understand One Another Until We Reduce The Language To Seven Words.