We Are Made Strong By What We

What A Severe Yet Master Artist Old Winter Is... No Longer The Canvas And The Pigments, But The Marble And The Chisel.

Communing With God Is Communing With Our Own Hearts, Our Own Best Selves, Not With Something Foreign And Accidental. Saints And Devotees Have Gone Into The Wilderness To Find God; Of Course They Took God With Them, And The Silence And Detachment Enabled Them To Hear The Still, Small Voice Of Their Own Souls, As One Hears The Ticking Of His Own Watch In The Stillness Of The Night.

The Honey-bee's Great Ambition Is To Be Rich, To Lay Up Great Stores, To Possess The Sweet Of Every Flower That Blooms. She Is More Than Provident. Enough Will Not Satisfy Her, She Must Have All She Can Get By Hook Or Crook.

The Secret Of Happiness Is Something To Do.

Before The Bud Swells, Before The Grass Springs, Before The Plough Is Started, Comes The Sugar Harvest. It Is Sequel Of The Bitter Frost; A Sap Run Is The Sweet Goodbye Of Winter.