Although I Do Not Hope To Turn

If We Really Want To Pray We Must First Learn To Listen, For In The Silence Of The Heart God Speaks.

We Must Always Take Risks. That Is Our Destiny.

Mediocre Writers Borrow; Great Writers Steal.

The Hippopotamus's Day Is Passed In Sleep; At Night He Hunts; God Works In A Mysterious Way- The Church Can Sleep And Feed At Once.

April Is The Cruelest Month, Breeding Lilacs Out Of The Dead Land, Mixing Memory And Desire, Stirring Dull Roots With Spring Rain.