A Day Will Come When There Will

. . .where There Is No More Hope, Song Remains.

Is It Not When The Fall Is The Lowest That Charity Ought To Be The Greatest?

The Wind Of Revolutions Is Not Tractable.

...we Pray Together, We Are Afraid Together, And Then We Go To Sleep. Even If Satan Came Into The House, No One Would Interfere. After All, What Is There To Fear In This House? There Is Always One With Us Who Is The Strongest. Satan May Visit Our House, But The Good Lord Lives Here.

As With Stomachs, We Should Pity Minds That Do Not Eat.