She Would Wonder What Had Hurt Her

One Who Not Merely Beholds The Outward Shows Of Things, But Catches A Glimpse Of The Soul That Looks Out Of Them, Whose Garment And Revelation They Are-if He Be Such, I Say, He Will Stand, For More Than A Moment, Speechless With Something Akin To That Which Made The Morning Stars Sing Together.

My Prayers, My God, Flow From What I Am Not; I Think Thy Answers Make Me What I Am.

We Should Teach Our Children To Think No More Of Their Bodies When Dead Than They Do Of Their Hair When Cut Off, Or Of Their Old Clothes When They Have Done With Them.

It Is Not The Cares Of Today, But The Cares Of Tomorrow, That Weigh A Man Down.

The Region Of The Senses Is The Unbelieving Part Of The Human Soul.