Eternity Will Not Be Long Enough To

Ye Heavens, How Sang They In Your Courts, How Sang The Angelic Choir That Day, When From His Tomb The Imprisoned God, Like The Strong Sunrise, Broke Away?

Labour Itself Is But A Sorrowful Song,the Protest Of The Weak Against The Strong.

We Cannot Resist The Conviction That This World Is For Us Only The Porch Of Another And More Magnificent Temple Of The Creator's Majesty.

Kind Words Produce Happiness. How Often Have We Ourselves Been Made Happy By Kind Words, In A Manner And To An Extent Which We Are Unable To Explain!

Kind Thoughts Are Rarer Than Either Kind Words Or Deeds. They Imply A Great Deal Of Thinking About Others. This In Itself Is Rare. But They Also Imply A Great Deal Of Thinking About Others Without The Thoughts Being Criticisms. This Is Rarer Still.