Nothing Is Ever Quiet, Except For Fools.

But To Punish And Not To Restore, That Is The Greatest Of All Offences.

Now God Be Thanked That The Name Of A Hill Is Such Music, That The Name Of A River Can Heal.

Nothing Is Ever Quiet, Except For Fools.

Life Has Not Taught Me To Expect Nothing, But She Has Taught Me Not To Expect Success To Be The Inevitable Result Of My Endeavors. She Taught Me To Seek Sustenance From The Endeavor Itself, But To Leave The Result To God.

There Is A Man Sleeping In The Grass. And Over Him Is Gathering The Greatest Storm Of All His Days. Such Lightening And Thunder Will Come There Has Never Been Seen Before, Bringing Death And Destruction. People Hurry Home Past Him, To Places Safe From Danger. And Whether They Do Not See Him There In The Grass, Or Whether They Fear To Halt Even A Moment, But They Do Not Wake Him, They Let Him Be.