His Aim Was The Glory Of God,

She Looked At His Young Face, So Full Of Concern And Tenderness; And She Remembered Why She Had Run Away From Everyone Else And Sought Solitude Here. She Yearned To Kiss Him, And She Saw The Answering Longing In His Eyes. Every Fiber Of Her Body Told Her To Throw Herself Into His Arms, But She Knew What She Had To Do. She Wanted To Say, I Love You Like A Thunderstorm, Like A Lion, Like A Helpless Rage; But Instead She Said: "i Think I'm Going To Marry Alfred.

When You're Thinking, Please Remember This: Excessive Pride Is A Familiar Sin, But A Man May Just As Easily Frustrate The Will Of God Through Excessive Humility.

We All Now Tell Stories By Cutting From One Dramatic Scene To The Next, Whereas Victorian Novelists Felt Free To Write Long Passages Of Undramatic Summary.

But Desperate People Find Courage.

I Like Reading History, And Actually Most Authors Enjoy The Research Part Because It Is, After All, Easier Than Writing.