At The Moment Of Childbirth, Every Woman

How Wonderful To Be Alive, He Thought. But Why Does It Always Hurt?

The Whole Wide World Is A Cathedral; I Stand Inside, The Air Is Calm, And From Afar At Times There Reaches My Ear The Echo Of A Psalm.

She Was Here On Earth To Make Sense Of Its Wild Enchantments.

He Is Her Glory. Any Woman Could Say It. For Every One Of Them, God Is In Her Child. Mothers Of Great Men Must Have Been Familiar With This Feeling, But Then, All Women Are Mothers Of Great Men -- It Isn't Their Fault If Life Disappoints Them Later.

No Single Man Makes History. History Cannot Be Seen Just As One Cannot See Grass Growing.