There Is A Rollicking Kindness That Looks

Whoever No Longer Finds Greatness In God No Longer Finds It Anywhere--he Must Either Deny It Or Create It.

Our Writing Equipment Takes Part In Forming Our Thoughts.

Among Twelve Apostles There Must Always Be One Who Is As Hard As Stone, So That The New Church May Be Built Upon Him.

For The Woman, The Man Is A Means: The End Is Always The Child.

Every Day I Count Wasted In Which There Has Been No Dancing.