The Soul...is Audible, Not Visible.

Give What You Have. To Some One, It May Be Better Than You Dare To Think.

A Sermon Is No Sermon In Which I Cannot Hear The Heartbeat.

Ah, How Skillful Grows The Hand That Obeyeth Love's Command! It Is The Heart, And Not The Brain, That To The Highest Doth Attain, And He Who Followeth Love's Behest Far Excelleth All The Rest!

The Sunshine Fails, The Shadows Grow More Dreary, And I Am Near To Fall, Infirm And Weary.

All Sense Of Hearing And Of Sight Enfold In The Serene Delight And Quietude Of Sleep.