Nor Dim Nor Red, Like God's Own

The Heart Should Have Fed Upon The Truth, As Insects On A Leaf, Till It Be Tinged With The Color, And Show Its Food In Every ... Minutest Fiber.

Swiftly, Swiftly Flew The Ship, Yet She Sailed Softly Too: Sweetly, Sweetly Blew The Breeze - On Me Alone It Blew.

Within Today, Tomorrow Is Already Walking.

The More Sparingly We Make Use Of Nonsense, The Better.

I Dislike The Frequent Use Of The Word Virtue, Instead Of Righteousness, In The Pulpit; In Prayer Or Preaching Before A Christian Community, It Sounds Too Much Like Pagan Philosophy.