Love, Like Destiny, Loves Surprises.

Forethought Spares Afterthought.

Perhaps When The Light Of Heaven Shows Us Clearly The Pitfalls And Dangers Of The Earth Road That Led To The Heavenly City, Our Sweetest Songs Of Gratitude Will Be Not For The Troubles We Have Conquered, But For Those We Have Escaped.

When Men Make Themselves Into Brutes It Is Just To Treat Them Like Brutes.

Move Not In Your Anger; It Is Like Putting To Sea In A Tempest.

... How Poorly Do We Love Even Those Whom We Love Most! We Are Not Only Bruised By The Limitations Of Their Love For Us, But Also By The Limitations Of Our Own Love For Them.