N Othi N G Can S Urpas

They Believe In Christ And Longfellow, Both Dead

May Came Home With A Smooth Round Stone As Small As A World And As Large As Alone.

There's Time For Laughing And There's Time For Crying— For Hoping For Despair For Peace For Longing —a Time For Growing And A Time For Dying: A Night For Silence And A Day For Singing But More Than All(as All Your More Than Eyes Tell Me)there Is A Time For Timelessness

I'm Living So Far Beyond My Income That We May Almost Be Said To Be Living Apart.

Love Is The Voice Under All Silences, The Hope Which Has No Opposite In Fear. . .