The Train Skimmed On Softly, Slithering, Black

When A Man Talks From His Heart, In His Moment Of Truth, He Speaks Poetry.

The Lord Is Not Serious. In Fact, It Is A Little Hard To Know Just What Else He Is Except Loving. And Love Has To Do With Humor, Doesn't It? For You Cannot Love Someone Unless You Put Up With Him, Can You? And You Cannot Put Up With Someone Constantly Unless You Can Laugh At Him. Isn't That True? And Certainly We Are Rediculous Little Animals Wallowing In The Fudge Bowl, And God Must Love Us All The More Because We Appeal To His Humor.

Tell Us Again, For We Forget, That Work Done Without Love Is Stillborn, Mindless, And Lost In The Very Hour Of Its Deliverance.

If God Treats You Well By Teaching You A Disastrous Lesson, You Never Forget It.

Write A Short Story Every Week. It's Not Possible To Write 52 Bad Short Stories In A Row.