Tolerance Comes Of Age. I See No

To Make Something You Have To Be Something.

Care Is Taken That Trees Do Not Grow Into The Sky.

So Then The Year Is Repeating Its Old Story Again. We Are Come Once More, Thank God! To Its Most Charming Chapter. The Violets And The Mayflowers Are As Its Inscriptions Or Vignettes. It Always Makes A Pleasant Impression On Us, When We Open Again At These Pages Of The Book Of Life.

Your Messages I Hear, But Faith Has Not Been Given; The Dearest Child Of Faith Is Miracle.

Truth Must Be Repeated Again And Again, Because Error Is Constantly Being Preached Round About.