I Felt In My Bones That This

The Long, Dull, Monotonous Years Of Middle-aged Prosperity Or Middle-aged Adversity Are Excellent Campaigning Weather For The Devil.

Awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be Walking Trees. Be Talking Beasts. Be Divine Waters.

The Essence Of Religion, In My View, Is The Thirst For An End Higher Than Natural Ends.

I Read In A Periodical The Other Day That The Fundamental Thing Is How We Think Of God. By God Himself, It Is Not! How God Thinks Of Us Is Not Only More Important, But Infinitely More Important.

No Interviews Without Appointments Except Between Nine And Ten P.m. On Second Saturdays.