Seek Not Abroad, For In The Inner

For So It Is, O Lord My God, I Measure It! But What It Is I Measure, I Do Not Know.

There Is A Joy Which Is Not Given To The Ungodly, But To Those Who Love Thee For Thine Own Sake, Whose Joy Thou Thyself Art. And This Is The Happy Life, To Rejoice To Thee, Of Thee, For Thee; This It Is, And There Is No Other.

This Awful Catastrophe Is Not The End But The Beginning. History Does Not End So. It Is The Way Its Chapters Open.

Even The Straws Under My Knees Shout To Distract Me From Prayer

If You Don't Believe It You Won't Understand It.