Perhaps Time’s Definition Of Coal Is The

Who Can Separate His Faith From His Actions, Or His Belief From His Occupations?

Love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself.

The Highest Virtue Here May Be Least In Another World.

Tolerance Is Love Sick With The Sickness Of Haughtiness.

And Before My Soul Took Me To Task I Was Hard Of Hearing; I Heard Only Tumult And Uproar. But Now I Am All Ears Listening To The Silence And Its Choirs Singing The Hymns Of Time, Intoning The Praises Of The Firmament, Revealing The Secrets Of The Invisible.