Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The

Verily All Things Move Within Your Being In Constant Half Embrace, The Desired And The Dreaded, The Repugnant And The Cherished, The Pursued And That Which You Would Escape.

Our God, Who Art Our Winged Self, It Is Thy Will In Us That Willeth. It Is Thy Desire In Us That Desireth. It Is Thy Urge In Us That Would Turn Our Nights, Which Are Thine, Into Days Which Are Thine Also. We Cannot Ask Thee For Aught, For Thou Knowest Our Needs Before They Are Born In Us: Thou Art Our Need; And In Giving Us More Of Thyself Thou Givest Us All.

March On. Do Not Tarry. To Go Forward Is To Move Toward Perfection. March On, And Fear Not The Thorns, Or The Sharp Stones On Life's Path.

The True Wealth Of A Nation Lies Not In It's Gold Or Silver But In It's Learning, Wisdom And In The Uprightness Of Its Sons.

Out Of Suffering Have Emerged The Strongest Souls; The Most Massive Characters Are Seared With Scars.