Love Passes By Us, Robed In Meekness;

Love Descends Upon Our Souls By The Will Of God And Not By The Demand Or The Plea Of The Individual.

Love Is A Sacred Mystery. To Those Who Love, It Remains Forever Wordless; But To Those Who Do Not Love, It May Be But A Heartless Jest.

What Of The Old Serpent Who Cannot Shed His Skin, And Calls All Others Naked And Shameless?

I Have Learned Silence From The Talkative, Toleration From The Intolerant, And Kindness From The Unkind; Yet, Strange, I Am Ungrateful To Those Teachers.

And Let To-day Embrace The Past With Remembrance And The Future With Longing.