All The World Is Full Of Suffering.

The Hands Of Those I Meet Are Dumbly Eloquent To Me. The Touch Of Some Hands Is An Impertinence. I Have Met People So Empty Of Joy, That When I Clasped Their Frosty Finger-tips, It Seemed As If I Were Shaking Hands With A Northeast Storm. Others There Are Whose Hands Have Sunbeams In Them, So That Their Grasp Warms My Heart. It May Be Only The Clinging Touch Of A Child's Hand; But There Is As Much Potential Sunshine In It For Me As There Is In A Loving Glance For Others. A Hearty Handshake Or A Friendly Letter Gives Me Genuine Pleasure.

When Indeed Shall We Learn That We Are All Related One To The Other, That We Are All Members Of One Body?

I Can See In What You Call The Dark, But Which To Me Is Golden.

Faith Is A Mockery If It Does Not Teach Us That We Can Build A More Complete And Beautiful World.

Life Is Short And Unpredictable. Eat The Dessert First!