Not What Man Knows But What Man

Life Has Taught Me That It Is Not For Our Faults That We Are Disliked And Even Hated, But For Our Qualities.

We Usually Meet All Of Our Relatives Only At Funerals Where Somebody Always Observes: "too Bad We Can't Get Together More Often".

Boast Is Always A Cry Of Despair, Except In The Young It Is A Cry Of Hope.

When Everything Else Physical And Mental Seems To Diminish, The Appreciation Of Beauty Is On The Increase.

From Childhood On I Have Had The Dream Of Life Lived As A Sacrament... The Dream Implied Taking Life Ritually As Something Holy.