All Earth's Full Rivers Can Not Fillthe

Good Deeds Are Many, But Good Lives Are Few.

What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is The Course. Love Still. What The Goal. The Goal Is Love.

And Sometimes I Remember Days Of Old When Fellowship Seemed Not So Far To Seek, And All The World And I Seemed Much Less Cold, And At The Rainbow's Foot Lay Surely Gold, And Hope Felt Strong, And Life Itself Not Weak.

What Is Green? The Grass Is Green, With Small Flowers Between. What Is Violet? Clouds Are Violet In The Summer Twilight. What Is Orange? Why, An Orange, Just An Orange!

The Lilies Say: Behold How We Preach Without Words Of Purity.