They Give That They May Live, For

A Sense Of Humour Is A Sense Of Proportion.

This For God And This For Myself; This For My Soul, And This Other For My Body?

When You Work You Are A Flute Through Whose Heart The Whispering Of The Hours Turns To Music. Which Of You Would Be A Reed, Dumb And Silent, When All Else Sings Together In Unison?

In The Depth Of Your Hopes And Desires Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond.

When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.