Imagination Comes From Yourself And Can Deceive

There Is Always Something Particularly Delightful About Exceptions To A Rule.

I Doubt If We Nuns Are Really As Self-sacrificing As We Must Seem To Be To You Who Live In The World. We Don't Give Everything For Nothing, You Know. The Mystery Plays Fair.

There's Much That Goes To The Makin' Of A Man Or Woman Into Somethin' Better Than A Brute Beast, But There's Three Things In Chief, An' They're The Places Where Life Sets Us Down, An' The Folks Life Knocks Us Up Against, An' -- Not The Things Ye Get, But The Things Ye Don't Get.

There Always Comes, I Think, A Sort Of Peak In Suffering At Which Either You Win Over Your Pain Or Your Pain Wins Over You, According As To Whether You Can, Or Cannot, Call Up That Extra Ounce Of Endurance That Helps You To Break Through The Circle Of Yourself And Do The Hitherto Impossible. That Extra Ounce Carries You Through 'le Dernier Quart D' Heure.' Psychologist Have A Name For It, I Believe. Christians Call It The Grace Of God.

What Is The Scent Of Water?" "renewal. The Goodness Of God Coming Down Like Dew.