So Often We Rob Tomorrow's Memories By

Some Television Programs Are So Much Chewing Gum For The Eyes.

What Happiness Is, No Person Can Say For Another. But No One, I Am Convinced, Can Be Happy Who Lives Only For Himself. The Joy Of Living Comes From Immersion In Something That We Know To Be Bigger, Better, More Enduring And Worthier Than We Are.

No Man, With A Man's Heart In Him Gets Far On His Way Without Some Bitter, Soul-searching Disappointment. Happy Is He Who Is Brave Enough To Push On To Another Stage Of The Journey.

I Am As Content To Die For God's Eternal Truth On The Scaffold As In Any Other Way.

God Spare Me Sclerosis Of The Curiosity, For The Curiosity Which Craves To Keep Us Informed About The Small Things No Less Than The Large Is The Mainspring, The Dynamo, The Jet Propulsion Of All Complete Living.