Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is

Perhaps There Is A Language Which Is Not Made Of Words And Everything In The World Understands It.

Never Thee Stop Believin' In Th' Big Good Thing An' Knowin' Th' World's Full Of It - And Call It What Tha' Likes. Tha' Wert Singin' To It When I Come Into T' Garden.

However Many Years She Lived, Mary Always Felt That 'she Should Never Forget That First Morning When Her Garden Began To Grow'.

What You Have To Do With Your Mind, When Your Body Is Miserable, Is To Make It Think Of Something Else.

... Justice Is Mercy's Highest Self.