My Relatives Used To Laugh When I

We Are Not Old Unless We Desire To Be.

One Of My Grandsons Used To Insist, When He Was Only 3 Or 4, That He Had Been Born And Had Lived In India

The Feeble Soul Merely Whines And Complains.

Saints Rarely Have Friends; They Are Usually Hated And Derided, For They Love And Love Is Always Rejected By Hard-hearted Men....saints Do Not Advertise Themselves; Good Men Do Not Seek Out A Name In The World....the Saints Did What They Did Almost In Stealth, Asking Nothing Except That Men Love God.

I Am The Skeptic Of Skeptics.