Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith.

One Day In The Country Is Worth A Month In Town

What Is The Beginning? Love. What Is The Course. Love Still. What The Goal. The Goal Is Love.

And All Winds Go Sighing For Sweet Things Dying.

I Have A Room Whereinto No One Enters Save I Myself Alone: There Sits A Blessed Memory On A Throne, There My Life Centres.

The Loves That Meet In Paradise Shall Cast Out Fear, And Paradise Hath Room For You And Me And All.