Knock And It Shall Be Opened.' But

Why Love If Losing Hurts So Much? We Love To Know That We Are Not Alone.

Length Of Days With An Evil Heart Is Only Length Of Misery.

For The Christian, There Are, Strictly Speaking, No Chances. A Secret Master Of The Ceremonies Has Been At Work.

Writing Is Like A 'lust,' Or Like 'scratching When You Itch.' Writing Comes As A Result Of A Very Strong Impulse, And When It Does Come, I For One Must Get It Out.

Mere Improvement Is Not Redemption, Though Redemption Always Improves People