We are all architects of faith$$$ ever living in these walls of time.

Their hate bound them together as love could never bind.

For his heart was in his work$$$ and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

Glorious indeed is the world of God around us$$$ but more glorious the world of God within us.

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.

Almost nobody dances sober$$$ unless they happen to be insane.

The heart$$$ like the mind$$$ has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

Success in fighting means not coming at your opponent the way he wants to fight you.

We are like chameleons$$$ we take our hue and the color of our moral character$$$ from those who are around us.

I have always thought the actions of men the best interpreters of their thoughts.