Easy Reading Is Damn Hard Writing.

Romance And Poetry, Ivy, Lichens And Wallflowers Need Ruin To Make Them Grow.

The Whole Forest Was Peopled With Frightful Sounds-the Creaking Of The Trees, The Howling Of Wild Beasts, And The Yell Of Indians; While Sometimes The Wind Tolled Like A Distant Church Bell, And Sometimes Gave A Broad Roar Around The Traveler, As If All Nature Were Laughing Him To Scorn. But He Was Himself The Chief Horror Of The Scene, And Shrank Not From Its Other Horrors.

The Christian Faith Is A Grand Cathedral With Divinely Pictured Windows.

Death Was Too Definite An Object To Be Wished For Or Avoided.

She Poured Out The Liquid Music Of Her Voice To Quench The Thirst Of His Spirit.