Her Face Was Fair And Pretty, With

This Is And Has Been The Father's Work From The Beginning-to Bring Us Into The Home Of His Heart.

I Am An Optimistic Fatalist. This World And All Its Beginnings Will Pass On Into Something Better.

Every Soul Has A Landscape That Changes With The Wind That Sweeps The Sky, With The Clouds That Return After Its Rain.

He Who Seeks The Father More Than Anything He Can Give, Is Likely To Have What He Asks, For He Is Not Likely To Ask Amiss.

If Instead Of A Gem, Or Even A Flower, We Should Cast The Gift Of A Loving Thought Into The Heart Of A Friend, That Would Be Giving As The Angels Give.