To Be Of Use To The World

It Is The Power Of Thought That Gives Man Power Over Nature.

No, The Light Is Too Intense; We Do Not Yet Have Eyes That Can See All The Glory God Has Created. But Maybe Someday We Will Have Such Eyes. That Will Be The Most Wonderful Fairy Tale Of All, For We Ourselves Will Be Part Of It.

Each Time I Think That The Song Is Ended ... Something Higher And Better Begins For Me.

I Covet Honour In The Same Way As A Miser Covets Gold.

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.