A Condition Which Of Declension Would Indicate

It Is The Heart That Is Not Sure Of Its God That Is Afraid To Laugh In His Presence.

How Strange This Fear Of Death Is! We Are Never Frightened At A Sunset.

Love Makes Everything Lovely; Hate Concentrates Itself On The One Thing Hated.

Love Loves Unto Purity. Love Has Ever In View The Absolute Loveliness Of That Which It Beholds. Therefore All That Is Not Beautiful In The Beloved, All That Comes Between And Is Not Of Love's Kind, Must Be Destroyed. And Our God Is A Consuming Fire.

Heaven...a Place Where Everything That Is Not Music Is Silence.