There Are More Ways Of Killing A

Those Clouds Are Angels' Robes.

Oh! That We Two Were Maying Down The Stream Of The Soft Spring Breeze; Like Children With Violets Playing, In The Shade Of The Whispering Trees.

All But God Is Changing Day By Day.

Because I Believe In A God Of Absolute And Unbounded Love, Therefore I Believe In A Loving Anger Of His Which Will And Must Devour And Destroy All Which Is Decayed, Monstrous, Abortive In His Universe Till All Enemies Shall Be Put Under His Feet, And God Shall Be All In All.

Music. – There Is Something Very Wonderful In Music. Words Are Wonderful Enough: But Music Is Even More Wonderful. It Speaks Not To Our Thoughts As Words Do: It Speaks Straight To Our Hearts And Spirits, To The Very Core And Root Of Our Souls. Music Soothes Us, Stirs Us Up; It Puts Noble Feelings Into Us; It Melts Us To Tears, We Know Not How: – It Is A Language By Itself, Just As Perfect, In Its Way, As Speech, As Words; Just As Divine, Just As Blessed.