To Be Humbly Ashamed Is To Be

Our Life Is No Dream; But It Ought To Become One, And Perhaps Will.

There Are Women Who Fly Their Falcons At Any Game, Little Birds And All.

There Are Thousands Willing To Do Great Things For One Willing To Do A Small Thing.

God Hides Nothing. His Very Work From The Beginning Is Revelation--a Casting Aside Of Veil After Veil, A Showing Unto Men Of Truth After Truth. On And On From Fact Divine He Advances, Until At Length In His Son Jesus He Unveils His Very Face.

It Is Not The High Summer Alone That Is God's. The Winter Also Is His. And Into His Winter He Came To Visit Us. And All Man's Winters Are His - The Winter Of Our Poverty, The Winter Of Our Sorrow, The Winter Of Our Unhappiness - Even 'the Winter Of Our Discontent.