She Who Saves A Single Soul, Saves

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.

Well, When One's Lost, I Suppose It's Good Advice To Stay Where You Are Until Someone Finds You.

The Rule Is, Jam Tomorrow And Jam Yesterday - But Never Jam Today.

I Have Had Prayers Answered - Most Strangely So Sometimes - But I Think Our Heavenly Father's Loving-kindness Has Been Even More Evident In What He Has Refused Me.

Is Life Itself A Dream, I Wonder?