Although Nothing Has Come Yet, Something Is

Ask Yourself Not If This Or That Is Expedient, But If It Is Right.

The Truth Is, Our Civilization Is Not Christian; It Is A Tragic Compound Of Great Ideal And Fearful Practice, Of Loving Charity And Fearful Clutching Of Possessions.

There Is A Lovely Road That Runs From Ixopo Into The Hills. These Hills Are Grass-covered And Rolling, And They Are Lovely Beyond Any Singing Of It.

For Who Can Stop The Heart From Breaking?

Something Deep Is Touched Here, Something That Is Good And Deep.