The Hand Which Moves Over The Dial

It Seems As Though, At The Approach Of A Certain Dark Hour, The Light Of Heaven Infills Those Who Are Leaving The Light Of Earth.

Cheerfulness Is Like Money Well Expended In Charity; The More We Dispense Of It, The Greater Our Possession.

The Women Laughed And Wept; The Crowd Stamped Their Feet Enthusiastically, For At That Moment Quasimodo Was Really Beautiful. He Was Handsome — This Orphan, This Foundling, This Outcast.

I Refuse The Oration Of All Churches. I Ask A Prayer Of All Souls. I Believe In God.

Every Bird Which Flies Has The Thread Of The Infinite In Its Claw.