Still Desiring, We Live Without Hope.

Give Unto Us This Day The Daily Manna Without Which, In This Desert Where We Dwell, He Must Go Backward Who Would Most Advance.

I Care Not Where My Body May Take Me As Long As My Soul Is Embarked On A Meaningful Journey.

Midway Along The Journey Of Our Life I Woke To Find Myself In A Dark Wood, For I Had Wandered Off From The Straight Path. How Hard It Is To Tell What It Was Like, This Wood Of Wilderness, Savage And Stubborn (the Thought Of It Brings Back All My Old Fears), A Bitter Place! Death Could Scarce Be Bitterer. But If I Would Show The Good That Came Of It I Must Talk About Things Other Than The Good.

My Course Is Set For An Uncharted Sea.

O Conscience, Upright And Stainless, How Bitter A Sting To Thee Is A Little Fault!