Quench Love, And What Is Left Of

Most People Are On The World, Not In It.

How Lavish Is Nature Building, Pulling Down, Creating, Destroying, Chasing Every Material Particle From Form To Form, Ever Changing, Ever Beautiful.

There Is No Estimating The Wit And Wisdom Concealed And Latent In Our Lower Fellow Mortals Until Made Manifest By Profound Experiences; For It Is Through Suffering That Dogs As Well As Saints Are Developed And Made Perfect.

Men Use Care In Purchasing A Horse, And Are Neglectful In Choosing Friends.

I’d Rather Be In The Mountains Thinking Of God, Than In Church Thinking About The Mountains.