If God Were Willing To Sell His

Music Is A Fair And Glorious Gift Of God. I Am Strongly Persuaded That After Theology, There Is No Art Which Can Be Placed On The Level With Music.

For What God Gives I Thank Indeed; What He Withholds I Do Not Need

No Great Saint Lived Without Errors.

The Human Heart Is Like A Millstone In A Mill: When You Put Wheat Under It, It Turns And Grinds And Bruises The Wheat To Flour; If You Put No Wheat, It Still Grinds On, But Then 'tis Itself It Grinds And Wears Away.

The World Says Of Marriage: A Short Joy And A Long Displeasure. But He Who Understands It Finds In It Delight, Love, And Joy Without Ceasing.