Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb; Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch Till the white-wing'd reapers come!

My soul, there is a country Far beyond the stars Where stands a winged sentry All skillful in the wars: There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace is crowned w…

And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.

Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!

Ancora Imparo

Growth: 'In order to deserve, we must pay our dues and steadily work for perfection. We must relish in struggle, and relinquish pride. We must dispel fear and …

When a thing's done, it's done, and if it's not done right, do it differently next time.