Hope Is Like A Hairball Trembling From

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.

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

Spring's An Expansive Time: Yet I Don't Trust March With Its Peck Of Dust, Nor April With Its Rainbow-crowned Brief Showers, Nor Even May, Whose Flowers One Frost May Wither Thro' The Sunless Hours.

Christmas Hath A Darkness; Brighter Than The Blazing Noon; Christmas Hath A Chillness Warmer Than The Heat Of June, Christmas Hath A Beauty Lovelier Than The World Can Show: For Christmas Bringeth Jesus, Brought For Us So Low

Silence Is More Musical Than Any Song.