God, what a world, if men in street and mart felt that same kinship of the human heart which makes them, in the face of fire and flood, rise to the meaning of true brotherhood.

Always continue to climb.

There is no language that love does not speak.

Just a little every day That's the way Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite.

I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.

And let its meaning permeate each day. Whatever comes, This too shall pass away.

I Love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire.