Poverty Hides Itself In Thought Before It

It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, But A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands.

You Often Say, "i Would Give, But Only To The Deserving." The Trees In Your Orchard Say Not So, Nor The Flocks In Your Pasture. They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

Love... It Surrounds Every Being And Extends Slowly To Embrace All That Shall Be.

I Once Heard A Learned Man Say, "every Evil Has Its Remedy, Except Folly. To Reprimand An Obstinate Fool Or To Preach To A Dolt Is Like Writing Upon The Water. Christ Healed The Blind, The Halt, The Palsied, And The Leprous. But The Fool He Could Not Cure."

Love, If It Finds You Worthy, Directs Your Course.