It Was Not His Habit To Dwell

Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. Fear Is A Journey, A Terrible Journey. But, Sorrow Is At Least An Arriving.

It Is Not Permissible For Us To Go On Destroying The Family Life When We Know That We Are Destroying It.

In The Deserted Harbour There Is Yet Water That Laps Against The Quays. In The Dark And Silent Forest, There Is A Leaf That Falls. Behind The Polished Panelling The White Ant Eats Away The Wood. Nothing Is Ever Quiet, Except For Fools

Pain And Suffering, They Are A Secret. Kindness And Love, They Are A Secret. But I Have Learned That Kindness And Love Can Pay For Pain And Suffering.

It Is My Belief That The Only Power Which Can Resist The Power Of Fear Is The Power Of Love.