In Our Adversity, God Shouts To Us.

Our Desire Is Not Only To See Glory, But To Participate In The Glory We See.

That Part Of Rostrevor Which Overlooks Carlingford Lough Is My Idea Of Narnia.

To Live His Life In His Own Way, To Call His House His Castle, To Enjoy The Fruits Of His Own Labour, To Educate His Children As His Conscience Directs, To Save For Their Prosperity After His Death -- These Are Wishes Deeply Ingrained In Civilised Man. Their Realization Is Almost As Necessary To Our Virtues As To Our Happiness. From Their Total Frustration Disastrous Results Both Moral And Psychological Might Follow.

I Enjoyed My Breakfast This Morning, And I Think That Was A Good Thing And Do Not Think It Was Condemned By God. But I Do Not Think Myself A Good Man For Enjoying It.

With The Possible Exception Of The Equator, Everything Begins Somewhere.