. . . Change Is The Nursery

Other Men's Crosses Are Not My Crosses.

As God Loves A Cheerful Giver, So He Also Loves A Cheerful Taker. Who Takes Hold Of His Gifts With A Glad Heart.

Now God Comes To Thee, Not As In The Dawning Of The Day, Not As In The Bud Of The Spring, But As The Sun At Noon To Illustrate All Shadows, As The Sheaves In Harvest, To Fill All Penuries, All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.

. . . Change Is The Nursery Of Musicke, Joy, Life And Eternity.

A Mathematical Point Is The Most Indivisble And Unique Thing Which Art Can Present.