If I Were To Name The Three

Communing With God Is Communing With Our Own Hearts, Our Own Best Selves, Not With Something Foreign And Accidental. Saints And Devotees Have Gone Into The Wilderness To Find God; Of Course They Took God With Them, And The Silence And Detachment Enabled Them To Hear The Still, Small Voice Of Their Own Souls, As One Hears The Ticking Of His Own Watch In The Stillness Of The Night.

The Gift Of Perfume To A Flower Is A Special Grace Like Genius Or Like Beauty, And Never Becomes Common Or Cheap.

We've Been In A Period Of Relative Stability And Cooperation Since The End Of The Cold War Among The World's Major Powers, But That May Not Always Exist. And Certainly One Could Even Predict That There Will Be Periods Of Hostility Or Tension Ahead.

It Is The Life Of The Crystal, The Architect Of The Flake, The Fire Of The Frost, The Soul Of The Sunbeam. This Crisp Winter Air Is Full Of It.

The Floating Vapour Is Just As True An Illustration Of The Law Of Gravity As The Falling Avalanche.