Evil And Good Are God's Right Hand

Words Are The Motes Of Thought, And Nothing More.

Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse Is Like A Cloud, It Passes.

Could We But Think With The Intensity We Love With, We Might Do Great Things.

Worthy Books Are Not Companions – They Are Solitudes: We Lose Ourselves In Them And All Our Cares.

Every Believer Is God's Miracle.