"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The soul that rises with us, our life"s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But railing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home."
-William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
Unfortunate is he who cannot gain a few sincere friends during his life and more unfortunate is the one who has gained them and then lost them (through his deeds).
Whenever I have knocked, a door has opened. Wherever I have wandered, a path has appeared. I have been helped, supported, encouraged and nurtured by people of all races, creeds, colors and dreams.
Look Not Mournfully Into Past...
It Comes Not Again
Wisely Improve The Present
It''s Thine....
Go Forth To Meet The Shadowy Future
Widout Fear & Wid A Manly Heart .........
