Growing Old Is Not Growing Up.

As The Fly Bangs Against The Window Attempting Freedom While The Door Stands Open, So We Bang Against Death Ignoring Heaven.

Conscience Is The Window Of Our Spirit, Evil Is The Curtain.

He Stands Erect By Bending Over The Fallen. He Rises By Lifting Others.

Death Is Feared As Birth Is Forgotten.

Change Occurs In Direct Proportion To Dissatisfaction, But Dissatisfaction Never Changes.