At Christmas-tide The Open Hand Scatters Its

I Think That The Almighty Gave Springtime To A Tired World So That Its Peoples Might Know Rest. I Think That He Gave It To A Troubled World So That The World's Inhabitants Might Find Peace. I Think He Gave It To A Discouraged World So That Hope And Faith Might Be Reborn!

Love Is Like Fire, A Dangerous Thing To Play With, Although The Best Of Friends And The Most Loyal Of Servants When Rightly Handled.

A Letter Is The Most Imperishable Thing On Earth.

Theres Nothing Half So Pleasant As Coming Home Again.

Out Of The Chill And The Shadow, Into The Thrill And The Shine. Out Of The Dearth And The Famine, Into The Fulness Divine.